Walked over to Riverfront Park to purchase my Ice Palace season pass and go for a quick skate.
There were about 15,000 kids there, give or take a few.
Think squealing, laughing and kid-voice chortles. Did I mention squealing?
I'm always pleased to see the rink supported. But sharing the ice with erratic hordes of children doesn't lend itself to quiet contemplation and reverie.
Still, I laced 'em up and hopped on for a few minutes. Because it is so warm, the ice was tacky. But I got to see the colorful new curling circles. And there were other compensations.
"I haven't ice skated in years," said a little girl to a friend who had the decency to not point out that the speaker had not been ALIVE for all that many years.
And then there was the classic wide-eyed expression of terror-skating kids teetering on the edge of falling 100 percent of the time.
On my way out, I saw another adult weekday regular from years past.
"Hello," I said from just a few feet away. "Hello!"
She didn't hear me. Too much background noise.
On my way back to the paper, about a dozen geese flew low over me and elegantly slid into the river near the carrousel. Their water-landings couldn't have been smoother. Still, there was a soft whoosh and splash.
If by some remote chance you were involved in the creation of Riverfront Park, I want to say something to you.