I'm looking out my parents window onto the Rideau Canal - it's a skating wonderland out there.
I arrived in Ottawa today around noon.
I will put on my skates today and sail away.
Truthfully - they are not my skates...they are my moms. Who knows where my skates are. Probably buried amongst a mountain of other childhood/adolescent memory's.
I remember skating down the canal as a kid, eating beavertails and singing "A Bicycle Built for 2" at the top of my lungs.....just to see my breath....and I remember having skating races with my Dad and other neighbors who we used to go with. My ankles were never strong enough...but skating at it's best always felt a bit like what flying might feel like.
Flying on the ground.
Gotta fly....see ya.