Golden Hour Grind

“sun-drenched concrete, a canvas of dreams
two souls balanced on wooden beams
one airborne, defying gravity's pull
the other watching, mind and heart full

venice beach skatepark, where legends are born
boards etched with stories, scuffed and worn
in this moment, frozen between earth and sky
youth's fleeting magic caught in time's eye

shadows lengthen, day's light grows thin
yet their spirits soar, wild and kin
on this ramp where past and future blend
a testament to dreams that never end”

-mitchell royel!