Final Sundown in Chamonix

The morning; a timid + slow finale glide of Grand Montets. Thrashing rays already blasting the mornings ice away. Noone around, it must be time to go home. Chitty chatting with Rob + spinning around for final moments of thrills.

The afternoon; a baking bicycle ride, longingly seeking suggestions of similar amorous departing stares from the inanimate objects that I was weeping farewell to. But mainly attempting, and very quickly failing at trying to keep up with Rob

At sunset; refreshing apres-ride spritzers with Nat, Will and Rob ~ more goodbyes entwined with confused feelings of leaving another home all over again.

In the evening; realised I hadn't packed, so did that.

A beautiful end to a weird winter in wonderland.