An island beach with one house on it; mine. It’s not a big house and it’s not luxurious, just a simple shack on the bleached white sand. There is no one in there but friends and family. It is not hot or cold, but perfect, at seventy degrees Fahrenheit. There is a tranquil wind blowing, enough to pick up some sand to tickle your ankles, but not enough to blow your hat away. Waves crash as the sun sets, a masterpiece of color. This is my paradise. This is my bliss. This is my Neverland.
What's your Neverland?
