Free Skate
Every winter, Harvard Law School sets up a tiny, free ice rink on an old volleyball court behind the law library. Two bed-sized bins beside the rink hold dozens of pairs of figure and racing skates, ripe for the borrowing. Unencumbered by anything resembling pride or shame, Lea, Jonah and I jerked, wobbled, and skidded like true champions until thoroughly and happily exhausted.
Ice skating is by no means in my blood, but that’s one of the reasons I love the (rare) opportunity to do it. It makes me feel like a child learning to walk. I’m so delighted by the sheer novelty of the movement, the foreignness and faint danger, and the potential — always enticing, seldom realized — for graceful speed, that I never worry about the fact that I look foolish. I just smile and laugh a lot. Of course, good-natured company helps, too.
From the looks of that first picture, I’d say you guys are pros.
I’m coming Boston way Thursday through Monday… I hope I pass you by and linger a little too ;)
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Damn, I’ll be on the west coast when you’re in Boston! Sadness. But I hope you have a great trip — let me know how it goes!
that looks like so much fun!