[January 20. Thursday. 8:21]
It was a fair morning as Kael leisurely walked on the streets, looking around the place, looking for another inspiration. The sun wasn’t too hot yet, but he worried it’d be too hot if he stays any longer. He scratched the textured paint under the deck of his board that he very rarely used nowadays.
It had been five years ever since.
When Kael finally grew sick of walking, he turned his deck one last time to catch a glimpse of the seemingly glowing moon behind the grey translucent clouds, and dropped it on the ground, creating a clacking sound from the collision of the wheels and the pavement. He hopped on to it and puffed his creeks as he pushed his feet off the ground continuously to gain speed.
Kael’s phone rang as he neared his house on the street, yet
