Paradise
I’m on my morning training run, 1 ½ hours according to the plan. During this “run”, I’m walking a lot and feeling frustrated at my lack of mental fortitude. I’m listening to my mp3 player and Kenny Chesney is singing “Sherry’s Living in Paradise”. As he sings the first chorus, “‘Cause Sherry’s living, living in paradise, chasing something or running from something, Had a lot of lovers that were good for nothing, And she’s thought about leaving once or twice, But she’s still in the sun and this laid-back life, Sherry’s living in paradise” I look up and there is a deer and her two babies on the trail in front on me. I stop and wait for them to walk off the trail into the trees as Kenny sings about living in paradise.
I’m here, in paradise; a mountain paradise where there are wild animals and wildflowers and me.