When I was a kid my mom's mom lived on the edge a farmer's hayfield above Saanich road in Victoria.
Across the road and down the hill was Swan Lake before it became a bird sanctuary.
Back then nobody controlled the flooding of the lake across the lower hayfield.
Which meant once or twice a winter when it got cold and crisp for a week or that flooded field, where the water was only a few inches would freeze.
And we would go crazy skating and skating and skating long into the night, especially if there was a big moon and some snow around to reflect it.
When I stepped off the bus last night and walked across the tumble-down snowman-strewn part of the wide, flat schoolground/park field near our house it felt just like one of those nights.
Here's that Miss Mitchell tune where she's pining for just such a feeling....
Somewhere there's a picture of my Mom out skating on that frozen field when she was a kid...Gotta find that one.