Jackson Hole

Hanging by the fire

sweet alcohol in a glass

constantly close at hand.

Good feelings, positive vibes,

floating around the room.

Flames from the fire

reflecting in blue eyes,

brown eyes, hazel eyes,

warm, warm hearts

burning backsides, sweaty feet

content expressions

thoughtful conversations.

Outside the deadness of winter

brought alive with awe

through admiring eyes,

mouths open and soaring hearts

experienced through glass.

The vision of a moose

experienced up close,

smelling the cold

tasting the dryness

loving every second

appreciating beautiful territory.

Inside again,

sitting around a table

laughing merrily

eating heartily.

Good food, good people

bringing out the best

in each other.

Loving smiles,

squeezing hands,

reassuring looks,

good tunes,

a unique time/place

in a world that’s been

turned upside down.