Just another night spent missing the ice

I’ve determined that ice skating is simply the art of falling towards a cold, hard, nearly frictionless sheet of frozen water–and missing.

So, it’s quite simple, really.

More people were on the ice tonight. It was more crowded than I normally like it, but people were still very amicable towards one another. One young lady even pointed out one of my skate laces was dragging on the ice. That was nice of her, and completely unnecessary.

I still contend that one of the best feelings in the world is putting on your shoes after you’ve been wearing rented skates.