On winter nights, when it’s just cold enough to snow, but not cold enough to freeze, this is how Bowie tends to relax. Just him, a beer, and a hot tub. If he happens to invite friends over to share the tub, time is spent telling dirty jokes, singing Christmas carols, and talking about adventures of years past.

Merry Christmas to you and yours. Thank you for reading Swiftriver this past year. Here’s to many more together.