Two figures clothed in black, making graceful motions around the Civic Park ice rink Friday morning, were seemingly unaware that just beyond the tented walls of the rink, a storm was unleashing its steady fury.
It was a visual poem - the couple gliding across the ice, their movements silent while the sound of rain made a steady rhythm against the tent's canvas.
I could only capture a few moments of them before I felt like an intruder on their morning (and before the rain damaged my iPhone). But those few moments were enough to capture a sense of something that makes this city special -- there is grace and elegance to be found even on a soggy, dreary morning.
