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Monday, March 22, 2010

Listlessness


World Championships start tomorrow. The weather is dark and gloomy. It is Monday.

I long for the smell of the ice rink. The poorly lit corridors and peeling paint on the walls. The running feet of kiddie skaters and their mothers chasing after them. The whooshing sound of blades gliding across the ice and thumps of landing jumps. The chill in the air.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

All sympathy...

Little Meatball said...

这礼拜不想上班,想躲在家里看比赛转播。

TZ said...

您老的英文也这么优雅啊...

俺嚼着你有点Tolkien的风格呢

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