Elsewhere

The cold water feels crisp

In the January morning

But it can't be used unmixed,

It is good to see the bucket

Filling fast under the tap,

The complimentary soap

Smells different, not a brand

We have used before,

To start the day elsewhere

Is a strange experience

Through the window is seen

The hilltop, the room chosen

Just for this view, and premium

The others are all asleep, tired

After a day of sightseeing 

With mild motion sickness ----

The mind was in a whirl 

When we came back

The eyes had taken in all

The mist-draped beauty 

They could and did not trust

Memory to keep all of it

The camera had stored most

Of the scenic spots visited ----

To look back and recall and relive

When the tiring feet say no more.