frigid breezes whizzing past my face as we find each other on the ice. friends on the ice, and seeing everyone in such delight. nothing like a moment to fly sans wings, for under ten dollars.
the rink now is a two-fold escape from reality, and my blades glide true and steadfast towards a sense of wonder. in these moments making circle after circle and whirling, twirling, swirling, who can help but feel all manner of stress float away?
big ups to this frosty remedy, this arctic therapy, this polar pleasure. i will be returning soon, and in great numbers.
touch base with your true feelings. it does wonders and frees you up from miscommunication with your Self.