Have you ever gone ice skating? Do you remember that first time? Did you fall flat, splat, on the ground? Did you arms reach out helplessly trying to find something, anything, to hang on to, only to find that thin air is rather poor support except for lungs.
I once went ice skating. Years ago. Hmm. Haven’t been since. Oh but I do love the feel of cold air on my lips, and the magnificent icy vapours transformed from the hot breath of my body. Hmm.
Maybe I should try skating again. Who knows.