as i rode my horse drawn wagon out of telluride, with my mind set on a fabulous diner of stuffed lobster and rice imported from several continents, i couldn't help but notice the pristine snow and the villagers walking joyfully, hither and yon, on their daily tasks.
but she awaits me, the lovely diana, blond, tall, stately, a woman of peerage, but always approachable, in her private chalet, with a fire in the large stone fireplace and the indoor spa in front of it.
i almost don't know what to eat first, diana, or the stuffed lobster.
my thoughts wandered to a day years ago, when...
