Beautiful Things

Uphill, uphill he's driving,
uphill, uphill they go.

Into the mist,
towards a famous mountain tourist resort-village.
The winding mountain road
diasppearing into the clouds.
Breathtaking view on both sides.

''Last weekend I was here with friends,''
he explains,
''and it was a really cool place,
but somehow something was missing;
you!''

They stop at a picturesque little village,
traditional stone houses and all,
and a picturesque little cafe
overlooking the valley.
Christmas decorations still on
and heart-shaped cookies with their coffee.
They are looking at eight puppies
that look like like a wolf's pack
venturing into the little square outside.
They are holding hands 
and talking
and basking at each other's presence.

Because most beautiful things
are never meant to be enjoyed solo...