Several years ago during winter, a half dozen or so readers were kind enough to invite me to come skate on their backyard ice rinks.
One of my hosts noted that my hopscotching visits reminded him of "The Swimmer."
In that John Cheever story and a movie based on it, a troubled suburbanite declares his intention to swim home by going pool by pool.
That came to mind because I was thinking about swimming pools. But it was a happy reverie to flash back to cooling memories of those Spokane ice rinks.