Monday, January 18, 2016

Hot and Cold

I walk downstairs and push the door out into the night. A light snow is falling like a slow meteor shower through the yellow street lights, and the flakes whisk through the air to melt on my cheeks in tiny, cold pinpricks.

Later, I sit on the edge of the tub, keeping my wife company as she attempts to melt her knotted back muscles into submission. I roll up my jeans and, one at a time, push my feet into the water, enjoying the near pain of the heat until I settle them into position under the backs of Katie's thighs.

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