Paradise has different meanings for different people. For some, slot machines and the never-ending shrieks of the newly wealthy constitutes paradise. For others, it is white sand beaches littered with bikini-clad women. Others find paradise in ski resorts covered in new powder, with cozy, fire-warmed lodges providing refuge from the cold. Paradise has as many meanings as there are people who dream of it. For me, paradise is contextual, depending on my moods, the circumstances in which I find myself, and the people in my emotional sphere. A cool, lush, semi-tropical environment with a private refuge in which I can relax, unwind, and forget the rest of the world might be paradise–in the company of people I love…that can be paradise for me. Good wine, strong espresso, an occasional shot of mescal, fresh fruit, and excellent food amplify the sense of paradise in that setting. Beautiful flowers, colorful birds that sing songs I have not heard in a long time…the elements of paradise join together to define that special experience.


Today is Sunday. A cool morning promises a beautiful day. Beauty can exist when skies are clear, when clouds and rain blot out most of the sun’s light, and every other meteorological state. Life is good when one sits at the doorstep of paradise.


Onward to capture the magic of paradise.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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