"grace"

Nimble fingers work their way around white laces, deftly stringing them through the eyeholes of the boots and tying them into a bow at the top.

His first three steps are shaky and uncertain, his entire body's weight balanced on a pair of thin metal blades - but fairly soon he's gliding over the slippery ground like he was born to do it, metal blades shaving off layers of the thick, thick ice.

On a cold winter's night, wrapped in a light cream scarf and dark grey hoodie, a girl some 20 floors above him watches as the man twirls across the surface of the frozen lake with an almost inhuman ease and beauty.