Skating in the Nick of Time
I finally went skating on the Rideau Canal last night. Given next week's forecast for +8 degrees Celsius, it might have been my last chance to do so. I'm thankful I did.
It took me a while to find my skating legs, but once I did, I relished in the groove. At one point, as my friends sprinted ahead, I was left alone on a little stretch between Bank and Bronson. There was no traffic on the parkways and I suddenly became aware of the darkness and the silence, broken only by the crisp rhythmic sound of my blades on the ice. For those few seconds, I felt buoyed. I mentally thanked my friends and my Higher Power for getting me out there - in the nick of time.
It took me a while to find my skating legs, but once I did, I relished in the groove. At one point, as my friends sprinted ahead, I was left alone on a little stretch between Bank and Bronson. There was no traffic on the parkways and I suddenly became aware of the darkness and the silence, broken only by the crisp rhythmic sound of my blades on the ice. For those few seconds, I felt buoyed. I mentally thanked my friends and my Higher Power for getting me out there - in the nick of time.
posted by Steph at 11:48 a.m.
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