On being with my true love.

I'd like to have a lucky weekend. Because I'm traveling. To Sardinia. The second largest island in the Mediterranean Sea. To live with my Italian true love. For almost five months. Until next spring. Anyway, things don't always go perfectly when I travel abroad. Often delays. Because of weather conditions. Missed connecting flights. But occasionally everything goes nearly perfect. But if it doesn't, I gotta go with the flow. And relax. Read a good book. Catch a nap. Exercise. While-away the time. By observing my fellow travelers. And striking up a conversation or two. With strangers. I play a curiosity game.  Trying to learn something significant about a stranger. Even if it's only a 10-minute encounter. Anyway, if all goes well, in less than 24 hours I'll have relocated.  From Minnesota. To Sardinia. In sort of a snap of the fingers. Presto. Like magic. That's the way I think of it. Life as an adventure. Lived a day and a moment at a time. To be savored and appreciated. Even if there's a snag. I'm in a good frame of mind. Because Obama won a second term. I'll keep that thought in mind. Yes, a happy thought. How sad it would have been if Romney had won. But still, I would have deflected the horrid thought. And refocused. On soon being with my true love. --Jim Broede