Paradise Found

The word Utopia literally means "nowhere." Sir Thomas Moore was having a laugh. There is no perfect society. No perfect form of government. No perfect way of life.

Or so he claims.

Sitting under the shade of palm tree on a beach in La Manzanilla, Mexico, starring out at the undulating waves on the horizon, digging my toes into the sand, I'm wondering if this is perfection. Paradise on Earth. When suddenly --

My mind floods with memories of contentment. Skating across hardwood floors in socks fresh out of the dryer. Waking up without an alarm clock. Cold beer on hot afternoons. Taking the stage. Taking a hot bath. The taste of good vodka washing over the tip of the tongue. Sinking into a soft couch. The smell of new leather. Laughing so hard you cry. Laughing unexpectantly. Falling in love.

I've found paradise before. Everyday. Everywhere.