Next door to Hell.

The nice thing about spring. In Minnesota. Are the variables. Several days of above normal temperatures. I go walking. In shorts and a t-shirt. But overnight, we’ve had a north wind. An inch of snow. Puddles have turned to solid ice. I’ll bundle up. And take what I get. Crisp, clean air. From Canada. Sure beats being in Syria. Makes me wonder. Why some of us are blessed. While others live in Hell. And what, if anything, I can do about it. As I savor life. In Paradise. Next door to Hell. --Jim Broede