The world is being reborn, tiny little leaves sprouting at the end of some branches while other trees are barren still. The grass is getting greener by the day although dried leaves from last year still litter the ground. The sky is light blue but not clear, a thin film of clouds cover it. There is birdsong in the air and the sun creates an area of fuzzy brightness as it sinks behind some hills. I notice absolutely nothing of this as I zoom down the slope on a ribbon of asphalt. My mind is focused on keeping the balance on the skateboard and my eyes are scanning the ground ahead of me for cracks and dimples; at this speed, with such small wheels, a small bump and a slight lapse in concentration could easily tumble me. Perhaps it is the thrill of this possibility that has me walking up again at the end of each run.