He woke up to see the sea frozen. The waves were all gone. It was a never ending white piece of land. Smooth and beautiful. He brought his skates and started moving. Starting with the rhythm of a butterfly and moving to the hasteness of a leopard. He felt like a bird, being in a clear sky, moving where he felt like, turning when he wished. A couple of other birds joined in. Someone started playing a piano and the trio’s movements turned into dance, waving together, bending together, swirling together. The flock started becoming large. Big drums joined the piano, there was a flute too. The big troupe was skating, dancing and singing, a sight to see, a sight to remember. Hundreds of them, moving in resonance, beating with the music, seemed perfectly choreographed. Hundreds turned into millions, the birds into buzzing bees. Suddenly the sun arrived, the ice melted and everyone was engulfed. The waves were back.