Soaking in the hot tub has become pretty much a nightly ritual for me. It soothes my body and signals my mind that the day is done.
I run the jets for a while and sometimes switch the light on. One setting even changes the color every few seconds. That was fun for about a minute.
When I’ve had just about enough, I turn off the jets and the light and listen. The weather has turned cooler, but not cold, so I still get to hear a chorus of crickets, which holds a trace of summer. I hear the waterfall in our pond, planes flying in and out of National Airport, a neighbor calling his dog back inside, occasional sirens, and now tires crunching on gravel. The kids are home.
My oasis. I’ll be back tomorrow night.
My Corner of the Village 