I sit by the ocean’s edge, regarding the 3 shades of blue before me.
As I watch, a reverse cascade bursts to the sky. A low wale and a splash. Gone.
Dolphins, their laughter adorable at the least, bound into the air, only to dive back seconds later.
Looking over, I see the wise cranes, jumping and bopping to a tune I cannot hear.
Gulls high above shout greetings to me and their fellows.
The sun, radiating it’s warmth unto my skin, bright and bold.
This is paradise. But not my paradise.
…There has to be lemonade.
Then, and only then, will this be my paradise.