Monday, October 3, 2011
Kalanianiole Afternoon Idyll
On a sweaty afternoon hot from futile errands, I parked on the side of Kalanianaole (highway along the ocean named for Prince Jonah Kū-hiō Ka-lani-ana-ʻole. Lit., the royal chief without measure) and emerged from the muffled damp jungle to the open air where ever heedless of my litle world the endless waves crushed themselves pouring over black lava encrusted with pink calcifications (sea life of some sort?).
Bright blue water stretching to the horizon. Not a soul in sight. A place to stop and sigh. To remember. To forget.
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