My ideal Friday night

My ideal Friday night ...
in a cabin that hasn't been cleaned for two weeks
dishes piled up in the sink
And a puppy with not one, but two ropes
Who wants to play nonstop
After climbing a mountain and going for a morning walk
A glass of Courvoisier,
left from my dad's visit in November
And movies about ultrarunners
Testing the limits of human endurance
Quiet outside, sunlight at midnight
Nowhere to go, no place to be
Alone, at peace, mentally free


(Author's note: item number one on the agenda tomorrow morning is cleaning the cabin. I've been so darn busy, racing about like a tornado, that I've left a path of destruction ... and now that I'm in the calm after the storm, I'm willing to overlook the grit, grime, clutter and chaos until after a good night's sleep).