A walk around the neighborhood with my honey today turned into an examination of the outdoor ice rink down the street.
Like much of the country, winter in Minnesota has been nearly non-existent this year. A usual winter includes plenty of snow and temperatures not climbing above freezing for a few months, enabling lots of fun with frozen lakes, snowsports, and ice. Not this year. Ice rinks are still up and running at the city’s parks, but have only been usable for short windows of time. Many of the lakes don’t have ice thick enough to walk on safely, and there’s no snow to speak of.
It’s a sad winter here in Minnesota. We made the best of it today by sliding around on the thin ice that remains at the neighborhood rink. Underneath the top layer of ice is a layer of water. It was great fun to watch the water and the bubbles dance underneath as we moved, and to hear the crackling of the ice as we slid around. It made me feel like a kid for a few minutes.