Leaving behind the damp and darkness, I step into the house. The wood stove has absorbed the cool air and warmed the kitchen. I smile because my husband has the Parcheesi board set up on the kitchen table. Over the last few years we have gone through months of playing everyday at least one game. Soon after we play, I forget who has won, but during the match decisions made on behalf of winning makes us each look as though we walk through life as ruthless, highly competitive, self absorbed adults.
Moments may pass between each turn as moves are carefully contemplated, sometimes dismissing one play and another in favor of our ultimate move. Our wits carry us through as well as luck. We sit in the same seats, we have the same colored tokens night after night. An escape; it carries us away from adult responsibility and perhaps transports us to a time when decisions were as simple and ordinary as rolling a die and moving into home where it is safe.