Paradise is everywhere

Sometimes you just want to disappear. Vanish and appear on paradise. The hot sand squirming through your toes. The warm breeze caressing your skin along with the occasional wave refreshing your feet.

But you can't go there. You're stuck in the cruel reality that is life. Or so I thought. 

This year, as I sat in my dead silent balcony and stared at the paralyzing night lights I learned something. Paradise is everywhere. You just have to find it. You just have to make it.