A river frozen deep, a blanket of smooth ice.
Wide and forever in all directions.
I skate.
Wind whispering through the strands of my hair,
a sweet conversation.
Gliding,
I draw with the blades of my skates,
My skirt is flattered by the wind, how flirtatious.
Flying,
My feet begin to confuse the ice for air and start to float.
Free.
I feel the warmth of ice.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
A river frozen deep, a blanket of smooth ice.
Wide and forever in all directions.
I skate.
Wind whispering through the strands of my hair,
a sweet conversation.
Gliding,
I draw with the blades of my skates,
My skirt is flattered by the wind, how flirtatious.
Flying,
My feet begin to confuse the ice for air and start to float.
Free.
I feel the warmth of ice.