Thursday, June 25, 2009

a wish.

the sound,
of sharp metal to ice,
the swish,
of short dresses to be admired,
a cheering in her head.

the smell,
of ice freshly cleaned,
by its water counterpart,
of success just on the next jump.

the sight,
quickly passing from speed,
but vivid whiteness.

the feeling,
of being free,
of being happy,
of being found.

1 comment:

Star said...

skating...