A warm easterly wind blew music and laughter my way, the sound of the water splashing against the boats was hypnotic, and the lights of the cable car in the distance flickered as the wind swayed the gondolas. The great thing about vacations is that they have an end. Not that I wanted to leave, but knowing this would be my last night at the lake made it so much more important to stay in the moment, take it all in, enjoy as much and as well as I could.
Walking back from sitting at the shore for a while I was intercepted by my hotel’s receptionist who invited me to join her and her friends for one last beer. It would be much, much, later before I finally fell into my bed, secure in the knowledge that I had taken in everything I could.