Tonight I felt a wind that carried me back to when I was twelve.
A porch swing hung in front of my bedroom window. I thought of it as mine. As the sun bid farewell to our part of the Earth later and later, I sat on the swing enjoying the Spring air of Florida. I wouldn't have been able to say then, but I know now that the temperature hovered in the low 70's. A breeze out of the south laden with moisture from the Gulf of Mexico curled my hair as it lifted it from my shoulders. Then, I imagined a beau sharing the swing.
At the age of 37 as I paused while walking the dogs to enjoy the breeze longer, I heard a voice that I have not heard for nearly two years. It whispered to me, "Isn't this paradise?"
Yes, Dad. It is.