You sent me a postcard from where you were. Paradise is what it seemed. All I could do is imagine myself living there. Then you sent another, and another, and another. My imagining became a desire to be there. By whatever means, I was determined to be there with you, in the portrait of paradise you painted. My course was plotted and in due time I made it there! It was awesome and beautiful. I was on cloud nine EVERY DAY! Then, I began sending the same postcards to my friends and family, telling them I was alright.
Suddenly, almost overnight, the season went from Spring to Winter, with sub-freezing temperatures. It is then, that you bothered to tell me that this place only experiences two seasons, Spring and Winter. Furthermore, Spring only lasted for three weeks. My initial response was, "I can ride it out. I can make it down here just fine." After only a few of these seasons, I reminded myself of where I'm from. Southern by the Grace of God, I'm used to southern warmth and simplicity; southern selflessness.
I'm sailing home to the place I truly love, the Country where my heart truly desires to be.
You painted me this:
But you showed me this:
The pictures we paint.......
Bryan Hollomon Williams