The Beauty of a Male Ice Skater

The other day I watched a male ice skater practice his routine.

Much like a dancer, his movements were perfectly timed with the music, and he was extremely graceful.

As he glided across the ice, I watched his face; his expression was trance like. The skater seemed to be in a place of absolute content.

He continued, his body, twisting and turning, never faltering.

It was obvious. This was the calling he had been born for.