|view from the back door of the birthday house|
This morning it rained and the ocean looked just like a Winslow Homer painting.
It's hot. Hotter than Maui. Hotter than the Big Island, but the breeze here provides relief.
It's incredibly fun to whisper in the dark with a friend before giving in to sleep.
Eating with a full contingent of smart friends is beyond pleasant.
Word games amuse me greatly--even when I'm stumped.
There's nothing like a compelling personal story told around the table in the fading evening light.
There are no singing frogs here like there were in Hilo, but the ocean waves make their own song.
The back porch is shady and just large enough for T'ai Chi Chih and one-person yoga.
This is the closest I've ever been to the ocean while in a house.
There's great Indian food here.
I really love papayas.
I still get excited whenever I see a rainbow.
And I promise to avoid being arrested.