Earbuds in, he looked towards the sky and smelled the fresh air. Laughing, he hit a small rock with his rip stick and jumped over the board and stumbled. He squatted with his hands on his knees and laughed harder, slowly he laid down on the ground and his eyes lifted up again. A couple of cars passed by his driveway. Still smiling, he groaned and got up. He dramatically swept dirt off himself, chuckling at himself.

He wandered in circles until he picked up the tiniest rock he had ever seen. Slowly he held it up and squinted, his smile got bigger and he wiped around in a smooth moment and threw it to his left. A loud song came on, talking about exes and he scolded the general direction of the offending rock with his finger. He turned around and waved behind his left shoulder, acting disgusted.

Pushing his foot into the middle beam of his board, he jerked it to the right and bounced it on his foot. As he gained momentum he kicked it up. Silently laughing as it only got up to shin height. It swayed for a bit and dropped. His feet immediately was back on the board. He pushed off and wiggled and hummed. He daydreamed as the rip stick slowly went down his driveway. The song was a soft Indie love song and he imagined the story. He flew off as he reached the mailbox and bowed to an imaginary audience, did a victory dance and laughed.