Tonight at the rink, I was so aware of the ineffable grace of the skaters around me. It was like getting to be on stage at the ballet with the dancers. I saw an elderly man go into a spin. He raised his eyes towards the ceiling almost as if praying as he spun his body into tighter turns. Beautiful. A teenager with her brown hair tied back practiced her leaps. A young man in jeans and a black turtleneck traced a perfect half-circle, the heels of both skates touching. A boy, not older than four, dashed by me, so swift and sure he could have been running. I was rounding a turn and suddenly was filled with a profound gratefulness. All I could think was: "Thank you." That's all I thought for a while.
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