A wonderful weekend of cabins and pines and people and snow and lakes and morning light and pictographs and icicles and random blues and bouldering and table-traversing and fruit and thai and chaos toast and spaghetti-snorting.
“Where did it go?”
“I lost it.”
“Do you feel it in your throat?”
“No. I think it went up in my brain.”
“Oh wait. There it is.”