“Paradise”

Paradise?

Was it the scent of a woman’s hair on the breeze, the touch, the taste of her?

John had never pondered the question. The concept was intangible and he had always dealt in facts. Now it was different. He could no longer trust the five senses and the sixth…ah the sixth was the least dependable of all.

A child’s smile, the soft press of his hand in yours, his trust, his adulation, his belief in you?

John’s eyes sought the heavens and a faint smile lifted his lips.

The warmth of friendship on a dreary evening? The support that would allow the spirit to take flight when the flesh was weak?

John looked down at the soft, pale skin covering his hands. He clenched the fingers and felt the strain and the strength of the muscles.

Or perhaps it was the belief in oneself above all things? The knowledge that you can and will change the world for the better. This concept above all had come to define him in the last three years.

John’s turned away from the heavens and walked back into the house.

Paradise is made and not sought…

He nodded firmly and shut the door.