The wind blew gently, blissfully pulling the heat from his scalp as he looked up from the ground. The fall had sent him to hands and knees. This new, and thoroughly unwanted perspective revealed the culprit of his situation. A face full of concrete does wonders for revealing its imperfections.
Carefully Abe shifted to his knees and toes. He crossed his legs to position his skates underneath him as he rose. Today was only his third practice session and the worst fall so far. Still no blood, he proudly boasted to himself. This isn't hard, it just takes time to build the right muscles.
Abe blew upwards and tossed his head to throw the hair out of his eyes. Sweat showered on his cheek, the breeze depositing a cool caress as it stole the tiny droplets. "At least it's it's a beautiful day to fall on my face" he thought as his feet planted beneath him.
A sharp trill bit the air, and pierced Abe's concentration, which was trying to remember which foot to start with on this angle of ground.
"That's probably a good thing," Abe said while silencing his phone's alarm. With the grace of a kitten attacking itself in a mirror, Abe skated to the porch, removed his skates, and went inside.
The fun for today was over. Now was time to get to the daily grind. After all, no one else could possibly imagine what he was working on. And likely, no one wanted to.
