The traditional old wood structure that sits by every community ice rink. Battered green paint on the outside. Inside smells of wet wool too close to the heater. Kids everywhere. Little ones on double-bladed training skates. Older ones with hockey sticks or figure skates. Pairs of skaters, including Moms and Dads, skating hand-in-hand. with the required rowdy kids, playing crack-the-whip. A snapshot in time.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
A Thought to Ponder on This Lovely Day -
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring, it was peace. — Milan Kundera