St. Moritz
And in that moment she remembered how good it felt to be kissed by the sun. That piercing July sky radiating off of her cheeks…. Looking out over the snow capped mountains, happy humans gliding left and right down the slopes. Whispers in French, laughing in Italian, beer clinks accompanied by a deep hearty “Prost!” in unison.
In this winter wonderland they’re curled up in the corner of a cafe, taking in all the joy around. Both exhausted after a morning attempting to ski like the pro’s. She for the second time, him for the first. Her, finding confidence again after the accident so long ago. He switching from a snowboard, just for fun in St. Moritz. An adventure together falling, finding, learning, laughing…together.
While the offerings are endless in this magical getaway, this time is focused. Focused on each other, on coming together after a grueling season. Worries, and to-do’s, and ‘what if’s’ melt away. Work can't reach them here.
Mornings are spent between ice cold powder down the pants from frequent stumbles and finally finding a rhythm. The thrill returns. The adrenalin pumping. Frosty air in the face, a feeling of freedom. She’ll make it down in one piece this time, more than that he is cheering her on. Both racing, basking in the views, is this place even real?
These mornings melt into cozy midday recovery, reconnection, romance….then getting ready for what's next. Does there have to be a next? They can experience whatever their heart desires…and they do.
No words exchanged, moving as one, in sync as if this place, this time, these moments were perfectly choreographed just for them.
Tomorrow is the Snow Polo World Cup. What?? Rather, why not?!
As the afternoon expires, a slow carriage ride awaits. Down the red velvet stairs, she floats in a silk floor length backless canary yellow gown. He is waiting there for her with an exquisite, and unnecessary but completely wonderful all the same, fur coat. His watch peeking out from under the crisp cuff of the flawlessly tailored navy threads, he glances for the time. Mostly late but not tonight. She teases by arriving just as the chimes hit seven just for him. For that grin, the look that says it all.
He wraps her up, finishing with a tight squeeze and a kiss on the temple. They’re off to dine under the stars. The waiters skate each course to the table one by one, wine glasses never empty, smiles never fading. Feeling completely out of place they lock eyes and stifle a giggle. Taking it all in as if they naturally belong, and tonight they do.
Delighted and dancing and filled with dessert, they drift back through their door. Dress dropped to the floor, the dream continues.
