Abbott's skate was just a romance between his blades and the ice, between his body and the stars, between his soul and perfection -- or maybe this is simple love; call it the way you want.
As soon as he entered the ice, the audience knew that we were entering into a different register. Take the time to look. To watch. To reflect. Abbott made us realize that what counted in skating was not only what you do but also how you do it -- just like any artistic composition.
Expression and emotion do come also from the "how," not only from the "what."
"It was not my best program," Abbott said, "But at the end, I realized that my back and legs were all right. All the work we did paid off. I missed some of my spins and that cost me victory, but altogether I love this program so much that I was happy to skate it the way I did."