The cold wind brushes pass as the blade accelerates, it took a turn but got out of control. Boom.
Lost balance. The coldness of the ice blends in perfectly with the feeling inside.
Hard and cold that's how it is.
Got up and took another spin, this time round , friction absent itself and I elbowed the ice. My gloves Werent on
Blister and bruises formed. But it didn't stop me from continuing.
It's the only thing that takes my mind off everything. All I think about was the background music, providing rhythm and focus of momentum. That's just it.
I love every moment on the ice as I've never felt so alive and graceful before.
It's where I can show off my love and passion for skating. It's something that i don't need classes or lessons for.
Just once or twice that's more than enough.
That moment when u felt like disobeying newtons laws, the taste of freedom as the blade glide on the ice, cutting it as smoothly as it could.
The sound of which it made when u stop and turn.
If I could, I would skate forever.