I like to think of a hockey rink as a canvas, waiting for the delicate carving of steel. Or today, wheels.

I unscrew the axles from my skates, pop the bearings from the wheels, and add a coating of lubricant. The brush must, after all, be clean.
I turn on the stove, hold my stick over it, pull out the blade and quickly insert a new one. My paint must be fresh.
Three hours later, I'll step onto the rink and begin my painting.