I don’t even know where to begin about Hawai’i, so I will begin here, at 2AM, when I have had a few hours to marinate back home and miss it already and miss the people and life and culture and noises and air.
The construction signs on the freeway that state “Drive with Aloha.”
The family feeling you receive everywhere. Everyone is smiling. Everyone hugs. Wednesday morning at the coffee shop seeing friends and greeting with hugs.
The wind bellowing through everything, every little crevice in every little leaf in proximity of everything. It booms and whistles and makes it’s presence known in every octave.
The rain. Dumping, pouring, warm, gasping- you are afraid but you’re not, because when you get out of the car it envelops you, and you are nurtured by it.
The ocean. It is calm and so many shades of blue that I believed were photoshopped, but no, it’s real. And the the sound of the ocean-ocean, muffled by layers of wind and leaves and cliffs, booming and roaring, and knowing that if I were standing there on the shore at that very moment during that very storm I would be deafened by it’s majesty.
The fact that there is just no malicious energy around period. Everything is pure. Everything is as it seems. Everything is aloha.
Just love. love all around. And the fact that I want breathe that in constantly and gasp for it and hold it in my hands and effervesce all of it, but just like anything else I know that it will wear off and real life will take effect eventually.
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