NOVA by Kali
Concrete Wave
The city slides under my wheels like a concrete wave wet with rain.
My board is my getaway car, my fast shadow in the night. When the adrenaline rushes after a clandestine painting session, I jump on my board and fly through the puddles reflecting the skyline’s neon lights. The cops are looking for a vandal; all they’ll see is a colorful blur.
Hold on tight !