lazy hazy crazy days

The minor godlet tells us life is good just now.

The class have completed their examinations (in the case of the godlet, without need to apply ink to papyrus at any point) and are spending the long summer afternoons lazing on the grass by the river.

The talk moves occasionally to plans for the vacation, and others speak of jobs in daddy's business, extended trips abroad. Invitations are issued and accepted; the minor godlet agrees to visit with those who ask him, sidestepping obligation to return such hospitality.

At dusk the students move indoors, continue their discussions over glasses of red wine, plates of Italian pasta. Careful not to let loose sleeves drift across candle flame as they reach for the bread.

The nights see them studying the arts of love, sometimes with one partner, sometimes with another.

Indeed we may be led to wonder who is in the Elysian fields and who still earthbound, without begrudging glorious youth these few weeks of pleasure.