I spent yesterday afternoon skating at Harbourfront with my sister and nephew. It was my first time on a rink this year. I tottered onto the ice, my body having forgotten what to do at first (why does that happen every single year?) and then, after a few minutes, I was almost gliding with the crowd, not falling, or bumping into anyone else. An hour into it, with James Brown on the sound system, my skating legs were almost completely back as my body relaxed and I moved with the music. What fun!
The day before, I was out in Bolton, cross-country skiing with a friend. The conditions were perfect: packed powder, zero degrees, groomed trails with only a few other rosy-cheeked people out.
I’m being intentional about getting out and enjoying the season (the only way for me not to be miserable during the cold months). I actually appreciated the cool weather the past couple of days, admiring the ice and snow, playing in it rather than avoiding or simply trudging through it. A great way to celebrate the change of seasons.