"flying"
she leaves behind tiny sketches on the glassy surface
each new move cutting a path in the layer of not-quite-yet-frozen water.
she is pioneering, forging,
glowing with joy
etching a way into her own heart.
she is making figure eights across the ice.
she is drawing
writing
her own story
in sharp turns and
whirlwind spins.
this is her passion—she belongs
on this surface
sliding around
falling down
getting up
messing up
narrating her story as a graceful
sugar
plum
fairy
of the ice.
a figure skater.
with glittering blades under her feet,
violin music
and Tara Lipinski in her head.
her heart soars wildly
her blood bubbles with exhilarating adrenaline
yet her body is fluid
be spontaneous, her voice whispers
ad-lib.
create with your energy.
just be.
fly.
she is improvising, inventing, investing, inspiring,
aspiring.
with open arms she hugs the wind
giving in
and flying.