By chris-chris92 on Skatehive
I had taken these photographs last Wednesday. An extremely characteristic day for this time of year: winter. And that fact alone is relevant enough to be mentioned in this post. In my city, in my country, and I would say in the northern part of my continent (South America), the seasons are not usually as noticeable as they are in other geographical latitudes of the planet. That day, the thermometer read 24 degrees, it was 3 in the afternoon, and there was a light cold breeze that made the moment even more delightful and pleasant, leading me back to a place from my childhood: The Path toward a space of rebellion, youth, and memories. Keep the following in mind: I am a 33-year-old woman, I am the mother of a beautiful 8-year-old girl, and I am the partner of a man who captivates and moves me. But even with the rhythm that defines my current days, I still could not avoid feeling the emotion in my body and in my gestures as I got closer to a place I have loved my entire life; a place I cur