Sun hit the gold Windows of our hotel layered on the rustic glass like a movie spotlight. Scene: Marko overhauled his defense the latest thing. I watched him play it out. Banana peels and hot chocolate. Sweaty hockey gear lingered. Not yet 10 am and four games of hockey close to done. Then nap and writing time. The elevator stopped and the furnace kicked on. Apple slices. Water. A little Christmas shopping was taking place on the strip as the story about a small hockey town took shape.
