Thursday, December 20, 2018

353/365/Happy Free-for-All

I went back to the ice rink. This time I shared it with about ten other people, all of whom were better skaters than I will ever be. All but one—he was probably three years old at most, just getting the hang of things, taking sudden clown spills from a standstill.


  1. Oh just reading this makes the arches of my feet hurt. I haven't been in several years. But the last time I went, I made myself skate through the pain because it is glorious.

  2. I have not ice skated since I was a kid and had just received ice skates for Christmas. I quickly grew out of them and never skated again.