Under the right circumstances.

Life is what one makes of it. Put me in hell. And it could become heaven. Paradise. Depending what I make of it. Put me in Greenland. In an igloo. Appropriately attired.  With my amore. I could think of far worse places to be. Yes, I could find happiness. And contentment. In Greenland. Or cold and bleak Minnesota, for that matter. Under the right circumstances. --Jim Broede