There we were together. Walking trough the cold. One hand holding our board the other holding each other. Even though the weather was freezing, your hand was still warm. You let go of my hand. Klamme handjes, you said. I took your hand in mine again. I quite like it, I said, it feels warm and trusted. But only from you. And we both smiled.
Shortly after you were riding you board going far away into the distance. It was dark, but we didn’t mind. I followed on my board. The time it took for you to disappear, was the time it took for me to go 5 meters further. But you came back just as fast.
I was afraid. It got dark and I wasn’t used to my board anymore. I couldn’t see the road ahead anymore. But I tried to follow your lead and there we were. Laughing so hard. Me clumsy, failing to ride forwards. Afraid of what might await me on the dark road. And you trying tricks and just zooming to and fro.
There was no cold then, at that moment. It was just us and our boards in the darkness. Our love lighting our path. The way back went faster, mostly because this time I was on my board as well. We went up and down some speed bumps. Laughing because I thought they were scary, while you thought they were all fun.