Paradise is paradise is paradise.

I see a better day coming. Better than yesterday. Though yesterday wasn’t a bad day. Despite the cold. And the strong wind. That almost stopped me in my tracks. As I bucked it. I sense a calm day. Sunshine, too.  But even if it is a repeat of yesterday, I’d still accept and savor it. Because that’s my way. I allow myself to be stimulated. By all kinds of weather. Even hostile weather. Even sleet and snow. Which I haven’t seen all winter. Because I’m in paradise. And paradise is paradise is paradise. Same as a rose is a rose is a rose. –Jim Broede