Alexis Goolkasian

A Morning Practice

I arrive at the rink with tired eyes
Tie my skates with freezing hands
Step onto the ice with shaking legs which soon become reenergized
By the fresh blast of cool misty air
That sharply engulfs me with a dream - like presence
A floating sensation takes over
As I begin to glide on a fresh, glass - like surface
With increasing speed flying over the sparkling ice
Propelling myself above the ground
Fearlessly spinning up into the sky
Caught in a moment like no other
Twirling in mid air protected from the rest of the world
Before coming back down to a burst of crisp wind in my face


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