On a vapid lake below a windswept ashen sky,
with go straight downward
and belly twisting ahead,
an fitness human is powered on
with wide pushing hip and legs and difficult moving calf muscles,
like a singing bobsled with pointed blades
cutting ever so greatly into a very finely created sheet of rotaing ice…

On one of the days that I remember well, my heaven on earth was filled with many experiences that delight my soul.

One of my favorite activity.

A poem shaped like a diamond.

Roller skating.

It’s not like it was when I was a kid.

Like the ugly duckling, your Tomboy grows into a beautiful swan.