The king of Paradise.

Snowed yesterday. Not much accumulation. But yes, that was wind-whipped snow flying in my face.  And I thought, how nice. Such a long time since last experiencing snow falling from the sky. It doesn’t snow when I’m living with my Italian true love in Paradise. In Sardinia, the second largest island in the Mediterranean Sea. Not that I would object. It’s simply too warm, too idyllic. Snow has been banished.  Though Sardinians do complain about the cold. Despite above-freezing temperatures. All the time. Palm trees.  Cacti.  Blooming flowers year round. But still, complaints. A sign that the natives are – well, spoiled.  Meanwhile, I take what I get. Back in Minnesota for a while. Still some snowdrifts. Receding. Still ice on my lake. But melting. And some day soon, spring will arrive. I can wait. Because winter ain’t all that bad.  Come to think of it. Paradise is everywhere. And I’m the king. –Jim Broede