Anything goes on the slopes

Dancing on a table in my ski boots, I feel young. In fact, I feel ageless.
The Austrian bar is packed with skiers who have come in off the Ischgl slopes to party. And anything goes.
We all do a dance with actions resembling heads, shoulders, knees and toes. The words say something about as being as strong as a tiger, as tall as a giraffe, and swimming. What is not lost in translation is that everyone is letting go.
I look around and there are people ten, twenty, thirty years older than me punching the air. Being lost in the moment together. It is a good thing to do by the time I am thirty. I hope I am still there at 59.