Clear ice
I love Zamboni machines.
They’re ungainly, they’re slow but they’re also majestic. Like an elephant for ice hockey.
After each period, when the ice is chopped up by play, the Zamboni rolls out and leaves behind a sheet of perfect ice. Cold, smooth and untouched.
It’s useful to acknowledge that the same service is offered to each of us, every night. We wake up in the morning with a freshly smoothed-over day in front of us.
Our intentions determine our first few moves, the way we’ll engage with today’s ice. And those moves often lead to the next ones, and on and on, until the day is over.
Add up enough clear ice days and the pattern becomes set.