I live in paradise now.
At my other home, it’s 28 below zero. Right now. So cold that, if you spit in the air the gob of spittle freezes. It drops to the pavement. It bounces like a pebble.
Here, there’s a daily shared sense of wonder. At the sea. The whales. The sky.
People here aren’t always angry like they are in the US. They’re kind. They’re chill.
I doze off as surf sounds caress me.
If you ever hear me complaining about any aspect of life here, I hope you will slap me.