I stepped onto the smooth surface gracefully, the cold air stung my cheeks and filled my lungs. I drifted forward slowly and continued to glide on blades of steel. I watched as my rippled reflection followed me around the rink. I was cutting through the air, zipping right and left at a ludicrous speed. One wrong move and it would end in disaster, yet I felt a strange sense of security. The ice was cold and smooth to the touch as I lowered to let my hand trail through the thin layer of icy water. It was not a malicious or vile cold I felt. It felt like an electric shock, sending pulses of energy through my body, causing another burst of speed. Fat drops of water from the leaky ceiling splashed on my head, adding to the cold that was already biting through my jacket. My lungs ached and begged wanting to slow down and enjoy the summer warmth outside the rink. But I didn’t care. I felt free. I was gliding.
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