There was a baseboard heater that lined the length of the yellow and black ceramic tiled wall in the kitchen of the house I grew up in.
I’d spend hours after school playing outside in the snow with the kids in the neighborhood.
Frosty windows fogging up from dinners cooking on on hot stovetops.
One by one, moms wearing knit sweaters called out from cracked open front doors, their breath visible and arms folded tightly against the cold blast of air.
I'd head in, strip off the heavy wet layers, and line the hats and gloves on the toasty base board heater in the kitchen.
- Subject Matter: Landscape