Winter Picnic

It was a clear and crisp evening. The moon shone brightly and tall bright lights lit up the snow. A few flakes swirled to the ground and the gleeful sound of laughter rang out as tubers zoomed past. The tubing hill was bursting with young people. I went down a few times and all the while I kept looking at the parking lot waiting for him to come. Finally a car pulled in. He was here!
We rode the lift to the top of the hill and went down separately a time or two then he asked if I would like to go down with him. We got in our tubes and he held onto my boots as we sped down the hill. It was a blast.
As the evening drew to a close. I went to my car and pulled out a picnic basket. We sat on our tubes in the snow and ate chicken noodle soup and oranges and talked until we had to leave. It was a good night.