Monday, December 22, 2008

Central Florida - A Prison Turned Paradise

There's nothing like experiencing your home town as a foreigner.

In my 20+ years growing up in Central Florida, the palm trees never once glistened in the sunlight. The humidity was never a gift from heaven. And the hibiscus were certainly not as vivid and beautiful as I now see them.

When Florida formed the steep cement wall of my own personal prison, the notion of a warm winter meant simply, Ba humbug.

From prison to paradise, it is not Florida that has come a long way, but me, and I treasure each moss-covered oak; every sepia-toned, cypress-filled lake; and the herons, egrets, and cranes that call this great place home.

Although I am most thankful for our time spent in this hot, humid place, I can't help but wonder what I must now be taking for granted in our present-day "home".

So I say to myself... what a wonderful world.

1 comment:

BECHOLD´S said...

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FRÖHLICHE WEIHNACHTEN UND EINEN GUTEN RUTSCH INS NEUE JAHR, WÜNSCHEN DIE 3 BECHOLDS,
CHRISTIANE, VOLKER & GREGOR

GENIESST DIE TAG IN GOOD-OLD FLORIDA!