But then the boys come home from school. They are all rosy-cheeked and filled with the promise of 22 degrees above the doughnut. Its our one day off from going to the ice arena for hockey. And what do they choose to do? Why go to the outdoor rink of course.
I was reluctant at first. I'd rather hibernate. But they insisted, and I know it won't be long and they not only will they not need me to go, they won't want me to go... so I went. I trudged through the snow and boot-skated myself across the ice. I heard laughter fly down the sledding hill and heard the staccato of the puck bouncing off the boards in the rink. And for a few brief minutes, the sky glowed orange as the sun went down. And when I squinted my eyes really, really tightly, and turned my face to the sky, I could almost feel the sun.