Paradise

Dreaming of sunlight cascading down the currents of tea colored water. Rushing, shimmering, floating, my path to paradise. The cool water quenches the thirst of my skin, baked to a shimmer by the heat of the day. Life is simple, and drama is kept at bay, no longer the snapping, foaming beast of Week Day. We run from the beast, forever biting at our heels. Pack the car, head south, leave the beast behind. The air gets thicker, like a summer day after a rain, as our shoulders lighten their burdens. In the dark, we pass the threshold where the modern world meets the lives of bygone days. Simpler. Cleaner. Permeable. Cell phone towers, satellite tv, web access all fall by the wayside as we turn down that long forgotten path. The winding, dusty trails of yesteryear. The smell of peat moss and swamp sifting through our noses and feeding our spirits. Family is the focus. Daily lives disappear. The front porch, our destination. The River, our delight.