As
I entered the rink, I can feel the fresh breeze of the cool atmosphere swirling
around my hair as if it was about to whisper in my ears, and the gloss of the
polished surface welcoming the presence of my petite feet. I slowly glided to
the right, then to the left, trying to remain vertically balanced. Tons of
people were at the rink, all with different levels of abilities to skate. One
small, seven-year-old kid skated adorably that I was so fascinated by him, I
gaped at the amazing, flexible tricks he could do. On the right corner of the
rink, I could see ice skate mentors (aka professionals) teaching people of
different ages how to carefully skate. On the left side of the rink, some
lovely love birds, by that I mean couples, were happily ice skating, being all
sweet, creating their own space with full of joy and romance. I was enjoying
decent views of the rink until…
Swoosh, swoosh, swoooooosh. An ignoble guy glided
speedily from behind, showing his “oh so cool” ice skating ability as if it’s
the end of the world. "Whoops, sorry! Didn't mean to make you fall" he said, as he skated across the rink. I nearly fell, and no I didn’t just nearly fell, I tripped, tremendously hard. It hurts. I pacifically got up as if I didn’t
feel pain, and I held on to the metallic poles surrounding the rink whenever I
feel like falling again. Other than getting all terrified by the thought, though,
I was in no doubt, enjoying myself so much. Ah, the smell of ice. That relaxed,
calm, and stress free feeling when you can actually feel the soothing smell of
the ice. No, not the smell of my, his, her, or your feet that can ruin the
thought of how pleasurable it may actually smell like, but the ice. It’s
just…comforting, to me.
Seconds, minutes, an hour passed by. The rink
needs to be cleared, and the surface needs to be smoothened. We were asked to
leave the rink for a short time, while the big, blue-colored Zamboni is going
to clean the ice and make it spotless again. Vroom, vroom, vroom, it cleaned
the whole rink. Before we may enter back in, while the surface was still really
smooth, professional ice skaters danced and glided on the surface. A beautiful,
long-haired lady, impressed me by her elegant presence. Her flamboyant dress
was beamingly sparkling, and her pleasant, dazzling moves were gorgeous. She
twirled across the rink, perfectly jumped as she spins in the middle, and the
spotlight iridescently shined on her. She was, one word: inspirational.
After the whole, exhausting but terrific experience, the day ended pleasantly, and I was satisfied by the fulfilled desire I used to have.
Ice Skating Rink<3
