They were hidden until the very last minute. Just as I rounded the corner I was struck with a scene that took my breath away. A half dozen giant trees, winter bare and snow-covered, were glowing with hundreds of strings of lights, casting out the evening darkness all around the newest skating rink in town. A foot of snow covered the park, the trees, the lagoon, but one section was cleared away to make a rink. As I walked down the path, the chill in the air and the scrape of blades on ice welcomed me to my new experience of a true Canadian winter.
No zambonis here! Keeping an eye out for rough patches and taking care not to wobble too much, my skates hit the ice for a beautiful winter evening. Cold toes soon warmed as I skated round the rink, and when fingers were chilled, some hot cocoa warmed them up before another round on the ice.
A new snowfall and a rising wind signaled the end of the evening. One more lap around the ice, one more look at the snowy scene around me, and it was time to head home. A beautiful night, indeed!