Figure Skater

It was just 7 a.m., however, the rink was already covered in a pattern of the first rays of morning sun. The first cuts in the ice were accompanied by the first icy fog, similar to exhalation on a cold day. And there she was, incredibly strong and yet incredibly flexible and graceful, moving across the rink as if it was a second land, or, perhaps, even something more familiar. She flew incredibly airily across the surface, feeling complete control over her body, creating a beautiful lacework of patterns on the ice.

Honestly, it was such a special feeling to watch this dance in person; photos and, even if there were, videos cannot convey this ethereal and magical feeling of delight. Only when I was there, on the ice, next to her, did I truly feel this love for ice skating. I’d probably compare this feeling to when you see a great work of art: this professionalism and this inspiration. It evokes a feeling of endless delight and your own inspiration. And it’s magical))

…thank you for coming!!