In these tarnished weeks of quarantine, when everything seems bleak and every day is the same as the day before, I dream of vacations past, where exotic birds joined me for breakfast and flowers were everywhere, exhaling their fragrance for my pleasure. I see the azure ocean crashing against volcanic rock as the sunset kisses the water, and think if I have to be quarantined, why couldn't it be in paradise?










~Elise Skidmore ©2020