Behind the Lines: by David Heiller

David Heiller Ι walked out of the sauna Sunday night, a smile crossed my face. I was recalling our Christmas sauna, when my brother-in-law Randy, my nephew Collin, and I took a sauna. It’s one I’ll remember for a while. Randy asked Collin if he was going to roll in the snow. He said it with a tone of voice that raises a nine-year-οld’s dander. Α challenge. Collin took the bait. Collin ran out and did a quick roll onto the snow which lay thick on the ground. Then he ran back in as fast as a boy can move. He threw the challenge back at Dad, who followed his son, and Randy moved about as fast as a 37-year-old man can move. Then it was my turn. I hadn’t done that since my own kids were little. Malika and Cynthia, apres sauna. We loved our saunas. When I fl opped in the snow, I remembered why. There is nothing quite as shocking as cold snow on a hot body. It felt as if needles pricked my whole body. I ran hollering back into the sauna. The stove glowed red, bu...