mountain retreat

saved by spur-of-the-moments. things like dancing in the rain or chasing a butterfly. trent and i had one last night. it's a typical BC mountain midnight, stars sprung like twinkle lights across tar-paper sky. i was tucked in pjs and freshly showered skin, next to my lover, playing a Balloon Game in our cabin for two. suddenly, hunger. we spring from our bed, pull on our toques and slippedy-slide down the crevice to the night-draped lodge. swinging wide the kitchen doors we find fruit loops, spoons, and devour. then we stumble downstairs where wired youth are playing fooseball and pool, and play a game of ping-pong. it's now morning, wee hours lure us into bed and we lie there, exhausted, happy, spurred on by the moment.