Lara Stock

Moments of Perfection

Miles flow under my blades

As I glide over the cool surface

It feels like flying

When the wind lifts your hair

And the breeze colors your cheeks

Your mind is clear

As you relax into the moment

And you lift off your toe pick

To soar, spinning, through the air

But it’s over so fast

As you exhale on your landing

The thrill keeps you moving

Always wanting to fly again

No matter the risks, the injuries, the hurt

It’s all worth it for those brief moments

Of perfection

When nothing can hold you down

Or cloud your thoughts

Miles flow under my blades

As I glide over the cool surface.

Miles to go before I sleep

Miles to go before I sleep…