You always wanted to try it
And
she grew up in
Midwestern winters, so
she's game.
Grab a jacket, of course. A
hoodie will do fine.
Rent some
skates. Get them a size bigger than your chucks.
It takes a while to lace them good and tight, but don't be
lazy.
March down to the ice.
Take your first steps.
Kinda tricky, balancing on a knife like that
So hang out with her by the wall and practice
Tracing small curves of triumph in gradually
smoother strides.
That gets old fast, so when you're ready,
Push off and mingle with other
scarves & mittens.
This isn't so hard, you realize.
Take some bigger, harder strides. Feel the burn.
Let the drag whoosh around your face while you
sail
That is, after all, why you came here.
Miss
your girl?
Peek back at her from time to time.
Hands in her pockets, she's
Pretty much just out for a stroll on the ice. Not you;
Feet like
Supras gunning down the highway.
One surges ahead, then the other.
Just so you're prepared, however:
There is a moment
When your feet go right
Your body goes left
Your.
Ass.
Goes.
Straight.
DOWN.
Hurts like hell for a minute, but
eh.
It's bound to happen.