Abandoned Hawaiian shack. Only the sound of rushing water in the adjacent stream. The creak of trees. And the muffled drip of rain sliding over the leaves, into the moss. Haunted.
Avocados and Surfing. I stumbled upon this lone surfboard erected at a favorite locals spot at Hakalau Bay. A memorial or totem? The newly created park was empty, I could only listen to the surf crashing on the rocks and wonder.
Ambling among tidepools bracketed by lava smoothed by ocean waves.
Hilo, Hawaii.
Puffy white clouds reflected in water so clear you can see all the way to the bottom.
Puttering along through caves of towering trees whose uppermost branches intertwined to form a canopy though which only dappled light passed.
Entrophy. The second law of thermodynamics.
Soil's cool jaws shall caress you. Or something to that effect.