You finished that project two days early, and you climb in your big blue jeep to drive home on County Road 120. The house is spotless, and there’s leftover pizza in the fridge. You kick off your shoes and take your pizza out back to check the garden. The seeds you planted have just started to send up shoots, and when you look down at the dirt pushing up between your toes, you remember that you painted your toenails red last night. You go inside for a bath, get dressed up, and head out dancing. You wake up sore the next morning.
Please go read Leslie Harpold’s, “Possible Scenarios for Heaven”. She’s got a pretty brain, that girl.