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ice skating
The moment the blade kisses ice and initially you lose your
balance for a bit, but then the recognition comes. The brain receives signals
and your legs move, and there’s sheer bliss in every stroke, every single time
a blade slices ice. Balancing on the edges of the blade, there is always a
tendency to sway one way, to put too much weight on one edge, and that changes
your path. You swerve, you take a turn, and yet with the other foot you still
manage to veer yourself towards a straight line.
Herein lies the beauty, the
beauty of perfection within imperfection.