Parade au Lac

White linen and a low sun, on a boat that was in no hurry.

We drifted across the Zürichsee for an afternoon, sound system aboard, the city sliding past.

Sunglasses did most of the talking.

By dusk, you couldn’t tell where the lake ended and the party began.

Merci to Draft. Coffee and Bacardí. One kept us sharp, the other kept us swaying.