Grassy hills rolled into the blue winter afternoon. We drove up to the barn in Park City. I spied a few cats near the barn who politely ignored me as I walked through the mud caked parking lot. I had just circled back from the partially snow-covered pasture where the dairy cows grazed. Inside the ice rink, an electric light ran across the beams overhead. We watched a dozen kids, sauce, and snipe. Sweet warm laughter filled the air. I secretly hoped we could stay for lunch and into dinner.
