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To dream of winter. Like a snowglobe. I closed my eyes and I was there, inside. There was a frozen pond. It was white, cold, crystal. It was white, iceberg white. It was beautiful. All around there was snow. I felt it falling on my face. Light snow. I breathed it. A light cloud, a small crystal, many drops of light. Snow falling down.


I was winter. Snow was falling. Deep snow. I wanted to skate. That was the thing about winter. I wanted to skate. I dreamed of skating. Lutz. Salchow. Axel. Flip. The Loop. Of moving my arms. Of moving my feet.


The music begins. I spin my left foot and so I’m moving. My left foot crossed my right. And I’m moving. Swirling, gliding, skating. I loved my arms when I am skating. They are afloat. And when I lifted my right leg, there was balance. I was gliding on one leg with the other far above me. Once I am upright I pull my right leg back and strike into the ice. My left leg swings around my right leg. I pull my arms in and spin. I spin. I spin. I spin and spin.


When I landed on the ice I flipped and turned. Swirling gladly, I turned and became the elven trees in my snowglobe. I was magical.


I dug my blade in the ice and became the Lutz. I was swirling. And landed on my right leg. Then I was gliding across the ice. From left to right. From right to left. I was twirling, floating, skating. Lutz. Salchow. Axel. Flip. The Loop. I was SKATING.


I was soaring.


I was flying.


I was winged.


  1. Wow, Rae. How old are you in this? Still a very little girl with aspirations or an older girl who has learnt all the moves? I've always wondered how they do skating rinks in South Africa - it must cost a fortune to keep a large place cold like that. Just one tiny thing - 4th sentence - I think you mean pond. Keep up all this excellent stuff. xxxx

  2. This is beautiful.


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