All That Glitters

The Paradise Gardens mirror house dizzies, inside and out. Reflections of reflections and windows on the gardens outside tumble and turn in a kaleidoscope of impressions and memories: a newer friend just beyond holding a bob-tailed orange cat, striped like my first kitten; displayed art in the new addition from a collection owned by friends of a an older friend; and so many visions of friends dead and lost to time and space, all of whom experienced Rev. Howard Finster with me some thirty years ago.

I did not expect the returning beauty of an environment I have long loved.

Nor did I expect the cathartic smack of nostalgia: a million pieces all in one.