运河已经冻结了,我被递给了一双锋利的溜冰鞋。看,每个人都在奔跑,受到他们渴望的进步的迅速chock-chock-swish的推动。让我放下的树干是僵硬的。I can’t put the skates on until I find the warm center of the tree, pirouette in the biggest storm it ever thrashed through, coat myself in the mud that froze around the scaly trunk when it fell, vanish into the watery center of its emptiness.