There you are, sitting in the grass under the shade of a live oak, the city skyline in the distance. The sky is blue, dogs are running about, and the faint strum of a guitar can be heard in the distance. It may not look like it, but for a brief second the thought crosses your mind that this right here--this city, this day, this moment--this is paradise. No sooner do you have this thought than a coconut inexplicably falls from the live oak above you and rolls to a stop by your side. It doesn't make sense, but why bother asking questions. Better to crack it open, take a refreshing sip, and bask in the paradise around you.
Just to be safe though, you should probably find another tree so the next falling coconut doesn't hit you on the head.