Color Inspiration - Ice Skater

When I was about eight or ten years old, my parents would take my brother, sister, and me to a frozen pond just outside the city.

We would strap on hand me down skates and shuffle across the ice in no particular pattern. We were definitely not making graceful strides or fancy loops.

After a couple of hours, we would climb back into my dad's old pickup truck, bottoms sore from more than one fall. Yet our spirits were always high after a magical afternoon on the ice with Mom and Dad.

Sometimes I still long for days as simple and sweet as those.