Between the Honeysuckle and the Jasmine

Is that not heaven? And what a place to find oneself, feathered by a delicate, drifting air current ladened now with honeysuckle and now with jasmine. As I sit in the afternoon sun, basking in my good fortune, I know heaven will look and smell like this.








Later, as the Things I get to do today have wound down, and we sit by the fire as the sun sets, the fragrance of heaven mixes with the smell of smoke. I'm sure there's an analogy here someplace, but I can't quite put my finger on it.