I'd like to be just rising to my feet to ski off the chair-lift right at sunset, at Mountain High Ski resort in Wrightwood, California, amid a light, swirling flurry of fluffy snow flakes that slowly blanket a trackless white vista winding off downhill before me.
I'd pause before setting off, to gaze at the haze-shrouded view of Catalina Island 30 miles offshore, and silouetted by a reddening sky out beyond the panoramic twinkling lights of Los Angeles that stretch unbroken to the hazy Pacific shoreline.
As light breeze sheds wafts of snow from the laden boughs of frosted fir trees tinkling with icicles, I'd start those S-turns, carving my way down hill under the floodlights, and kicking up a billowing rooster-tail of ultra-dry powder behind me as Stevie Ray Vaughn cuts loose with a solo on my headphones.
Strikes have subsided a bit. But cut backs in salaries and increases in taxes still continue.
It's getting harder and harder and it seems that the political leadership is no longer in position to make decisions independently of the EU (and some financial groups) course. It's sad, if you ask me, and people start showing it.
To stay on topic, I 'd like to be beechside in August, eating appetizers and drinking ouzo under a tree, on a wooden table, sitting on a wooden chair. Can't wait!