We all know the southern part of heaven is in North Carolina — but what soft and wondrous summits rim the northern part? I think it must be in Sweden.
Consider: we both have about 10 million inhabitants, lots of trees and flowers and lots of nice people who like caring for others (one difference: North Carolina has HB2). Sweden’s neighbor, Norway, starts with “No”; our neighbor, South Carolina, starts with “So.” In another life, we’d be sister states!
In some moods, I want to keep Sweden to myself, my own secret, so that it’s all mine, mine, mine. Because “people throw rocks at things that shine”; and gold in the glare may wither into gossamer.
In other moods, I’m afraid the whole world is going to explode, and what if that happens before I have said anything about how much that northern heaven means to me? We HAVE to do something, now.
One day it dawned on me that if Sweden would just give me their Twitter account (they hand it off to someone new every week), then I could finally unspool every nice thing I’ve longed to say, directly to them.