Transit umbra, lux permanet. The weekend loomed on the horizon. Respite. A relaxation nation… Most spend the days luxuriating themselves under alcohol’s smooth fingers. Warmth pisses down the spine. Edges dulled. Life and it’s problems disappear… if only for the moment. We once did things in a similar fashion. But, not any longer. Not on this weekend. I drove up to the clover bowl on Saturday with Melanie. The sun glittered off of the ocean and crowds gathered on the beaches as we moved up the coast. It was warm. Kent Senatore, Tony Alva and Katy met us there.
We all smiled. We were grateful for the sunshine and sober moment in paradise. Life’s hurried comings and goings were soon forgotten. Transit umbra, lux permanet. We cruised together, ate a light snack and believed in the good in all things. Kent carved and worked an experienced line through the clover bowl… style lives forever. Tony rolled in and surf-carved speedy lines and spent as much time on the coping as he did in the bowls. His frontside grinds were extraordinary. We rolled for a few hours and went our separate ways. Traffic cluttered the drive home. Shadow passes. Light remains. The next morning, Kent and I drove up once more and met up with Lance Mountain, Patrick Ryan and MRZ. Our day was one of laughter and skateboarding. The world’s -sometimes-cruel grasp kept its dark hand from pulling any of us down. Transit umbra, lux permanet. Thank you to William Sharp for the images. Skate- Ozzie