He whooped, it echoing in the cold, empty stadium, and he did twists and turns and jumps for the hell of it. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. Memories of gliding down the rink in games came to mind. Joy overwhelmed his whole being. Skating on ice was his drug. He could go ten times faster on ice than on land. The speed excited him. It was one of the reasons why he decided to pursue ice sports. The power. The energy. The adrenaline.
Building up a sprint, Kalmin raced straight down the rink and swerved to the side, gliding like a leaf on water, balancing on one foot, and soared one whole lap around the rink before building up speed again to do a swirling jump and landing it on one foot. The sound of the skates scratching ice was euphoric.
Then, he was screeching back over to the entr
