What a joy to be out on the ice again. There is something accelerating about the sound of skate blades as I wind my way through a frozen waterway at night with bridges passing overhead and the glare of lights off the ice. I have to weave my way amidst the small children who whiz about like flies. There are the teenagers and visiting foreigners experiencing the joy of winter, the bite of cold air that makes you feel alive, the warmth of warming house, and the taste of hot chocolate.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Ice Skating
1/15/09
What a joy to be out on the ice again. There is something accelerating about the sound of skate blades as I wind my way through a frozen waterway at night with bridges passing overhead and the glare of lights off the ice. I have to weave my way amidst the small children who whiz about like flies. There are the teenagers and visiting foreigners experiencing the joy of winter, the bite of cold air that makes you feel alive, the warmth of warming house, and the taste of hot chocolate.
What a joy to be out on the ice again. There is something accelerating about the sound of skate blades as I wind my way through a frozen waterway at night with bridges passing overhead and the glare of lights off the ice. I have to weave my way amidst the small children who whiz about like flies. There are the teenagers and visiting foreigners experiencing the joy of winter, the bite of cold air that makes you feel alive, the warmth of warming house, and the taste of hot chocolate.
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