Down the steps to my outdoor shower. The window looks into my bathroom.
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Among the many discouraging aspects of the transition from summer to fall, dismantling my outdoor shower has the greatest impact on my daily routine. Starting in early April, I study the forecast for low temperatures each night. As soon as I am convinced the lows will no longer drop below freezing, I turn on the water, screw in the shower head, and re-install the valve. After re-assembling a fresh assortment of shampoo, soap, razor, shaving cream, and mirror, I proceed to take every single shower outdoors, until about now when I once again start to worry about cold nights freezing the exposed pipes of my special place. Rain or shine, hot or cold, once I am in the water, the weather has no bearing on the experience.
