I know heaven is such a place. I imagined it this way. Golden is rolling around on the grass and I hug him. We roll over together, together, all together. Heaven is such a place. I knew and had peace with it.
When I stick my nose outside a little, I breathe in the fresh air, fresh grass; the cold winter sun, the slightly chill weather and the happiness of being thickly dressed. Somewhere my favorite radio station is playing and I'm so onto it. Heaven is such a place.
I have spare pastries in my bag that I threw in a corner, and the water from the Alps is always within reach... There is some snow on the distant hills... Golden boy is running against a lovely winter sun hitting him. Oh, heaven is such a place and I knew it.
- Of this cautionary tale that I know that you won't be reading...
