Parkour Night

Sunday Night is Parkour Night

Under a thick, hazy Arkansas sky, we went out and did it. Jump, run, swing, grab, hang, climb, roll. Without a moon as a guide, we tore up the city. Sweat beading down our cheeks, we swang from ledges and flipped off bars. We jumped off rooftops and spun off fences. Our legs felt constricted by the heavy wet denim, but we were protected from scrapes and scratches usually recieved from springy wall jumps and building drops. Our hands were slick with the humid air, but we did not concede. We tirelessly swang and jumped. What is this parkour? Why does it entertain? Where does life end and parkour begin?