I’m on a kibbutz, it’s 80 degrees outside, there are palm trees lining the sidewalks, pink flowers are blooming, the sky is pure blue.
There are no Christmas trees, baubles, tinsel, snow, or fairy lights. No mittens, scarves, down jackets, or boots.
Just sandals, loose hair, cotton shirts, and sunglasses.
I don’t want to be anyplace but here.
In Mutual Weirdness 