And I quote Raisa M. Gorbachev, “Youth is, after all, just a moment, but it is the moment, the spark, that you always carry in your heart.” 

At the end of September we were taking a late afternoon stroll down by Naberezhnaya Ulitsa. As we walked along the shore line, my attention was drawn away from the sea and onto a group of young lads at a small skate park. As I took a few snaps I was intrigued by the seamless lack of fear these boys had as they launched into the air with unearthly angles.

My dear friend in Atlanta has a wonderful 4 1/2 year old son who has all the energy of the Universe in his small frame. I was filled with amazement when his Dad would suggest they head off to the big skate park with a plethora of bikes and razors.

We can be sure that the wonderment of youth heading off in 35 degree angles of dips, slides and jumps is the same in Vladivostok as it is in Atlanta. That gives me hope.

If I were only 15 again!…What could happen?

“No one looking… right?”