A day like this

[don't get much better]

Elongated coffee-pot-heavy eclectic drawn out breakfast; sunlight piercing through. Morning music to accompany, mainly Blues.

Natter + gabber all the way to the bus stop, fine ski wheels arrive immediately.

Hours of dissecting the delights of Flegere-Brevent, following Tom into tenuous terrains of tormented unsettled snow- taking it in.

Floating off a big kicker into a ginormous air bag, no grace about it- watch!

Watching Karmel going hysterical sitting on the bubble drifting back into town, sipping on tea. Gazing at clay tennis courts + idyllically still lakes in hazy afternoon sun, as if we were birds squawking down.

Wobbling down a big hill into town, boards under arms + bickering for fun.

Reunite with the rest of them for bargain beer, in the last of the sun.

Get a bit silly and miss the last bus.

Thumbs up on the highway, cadge a ride in a bus full of beads.

Prod each other's feet in a steaming hot tub [pap of the day], with red wine.

Dan cooks everyone dinner, we sit back + wonder what we did to deserve this.

Play games of twister, competing with limbs + musical selections.

Cuddle up with K on a beanbag and fall into a motionless dreamless sleep, with Robbie rubbing my back.

End.

As my opening line suggests, I can't imagine days getting much better.