Air feels new

Almost looks like a riot;
As you get closer it changes.
Sliding down the bank
In the dark, losing track
Of anything everyday.
Air feels new, more than
Anything and most important
The air feels honest.
People have lit bonfires
On the sloped sides
Of the hills.
Couple of shadows with
Hoods pulled up skate down,
Tumbling like someone hit
Fast forward as they trip
Onto the ground – the beauty
Is that they knew they
Wouldn’t be able to pull off
The tricks they were
Attempting, which spurred
Them on even more –
Glorious failures in the night,
Snapping shots of laughter,
Sound tracking the moments
When the sky goes through
A flicker book of blues
Until it hits the greys and blacks;
All perfect, all promised.