Motion

I've spent so much time smiling over the past few days. My abs ache, my shoulders burn, and my hamstrings protest with every step, but I'll happily do it all over again and then some.

There's a magickal quality to motion - but then again, change is built into my name (that pesky laguz). Whipping around the rink, hand in hand, weaving in and out of each other, breathless with the spontaneous choreography with the ice within and without, the blades cut through to what matters. To trust, to laugh, to smile, to come gliding to a halt and to knowingly pass up the next logical moment because there is no way it can compare with the moment just past: high magick.

I can't wait to do it again.