There had been an ice-storm so all the bushes and branches were crystal-covered and from our room we could see and hear the Falls. The rumbling was soft and constant like the earth purring. En suite we had a faux fireplace, a Jacuzzi, a king size bed with too many pillows and a thick down comforter. We drove across to the New York side and did the deed in the judge’s chambers with the clerks’ witnessing, and then we crossed back giddy, hoping the guards would let us back into Canada and not judge us deranged. Back in the room we shed our clothes in record time like teenagers though we were in our forties. Later we realized that we hadn’t even taken pictures and only had a piece of paper to prove it had happened.
Tags: honeymoon, memoir, Niagara Falls