We shuffled bare foot in the snow toward the shadowy box that peaked above the wooden floor of my parents’ backyard deck. Light flurries dusted a thin layer of ice that coated the stiff and creaky aged planks.
Holding Cash’s hand I lifted the grey lid off of the hot tub. Pushing it against the wall of the house I struggled to keep my footing as melting snow turned to ice under the warmth of my feet.
I lifted Cash through the plume of steam and into the calm water. Stepping in after him, the abrupt temperature change gave the sensation of pinpricks on my skin. My son didn’t seem to mind. He enjoys the heat.
It was a cold December night in Northern Ontario and we couldn’t submerge ourselves quick enough. [Read more…]