Two palm trees.     “Notes from a Little Paradise”                                          

A Little Paradise is a complex of about 50 houses in the town of Delray Beach, Florida, with its own swimming pool, jungle park, peacocks, exotic trees, and bushes. In December 2014 we lived there for two weeks in the house of our son Sasha. I chose these palm trees among many others for relaxing after swimming in the pool. I lie down in their shadows, disconnected from the world, but thinking.

How can I share my feelings when I leave this paradise? Yes, there are a lot of photos, but I need my interlocutor to see everything through MY eyes. Obviously, this is how we see dreams with our eyes closed, or a blind, not from birth, person sees pictures that are described to him in words. Let's go to the experiment.

These two palm trees are as different from each other as we, men and women, are. The palm tree under which I am lying is clearly male sort and gives more shade, but I am more attracted to another, a female sort, a girl, or a young woman. I see her in her entire 15-meter height and admire the designer who created this perfection. I have to use analogies that are understandable to us, humans.

Body .... It looks more like a graceful, despite the size, leg in a striped, brown-beige stocking. And why would a palm tree need a body without its inherent insides? The fringe of the cropped part of the stocking covers powerful toes. They bite into the soil, providing harmony to the leg. Due to the uselessness of the body, a living, long and flexible, salad-colored neck grows directly from the leg. The head... I don't think it's there. Again: why does a palm tree need a head? Directly from the neck grow many powerful, but flexible arms, called "branches". They are also salad-colored and have many intricately wriggling long bright green, iridescent in the sun, leaves- fingers. One arm of this palm fell down and coquettishly wraps around her leg. I don't have enough words to describe the shades of colors, the bizarre shadows, the rustling of the branches, and much of what is perceived by the other senses.

Leo says: "Don't think, switch yourself off."

I am finally totally relaxed. It's cool, the sun is setting, and it's time to go home.