The coastlines here seem to go on forever,
Winding and diving into a deep cerulean sea.
The winds whistle a salty falsetto through jungle brush and pine,
Humming a remembered tune...
Something in the top of your tongue—like sea salt on caramel. .
There’s something really wild about this place,
The overgrown frankness of it all.
The vast horizons beg to be seen while waterfalls and bamboo jungles hide from plain sight.
We learned that Hawaiians use the word “mana” to describe the life energy or spiritual essence you can feel on the islands,
It’s an inexplicable sensation that creeps up on you as you peddle through these seaside towns and villages meeting the people generations deep that call this place home,
while you experience the deep, tangled mess of nature that spills over the coasts,
You feel that connection to it chipping into your bones.
The family bonds that knot together like a boat moored on the shore. .
Hawai’i is aesthetically gorgeous—there’s no denying that.
But I won’t come back for just the beauty...
I’ll return for those goosebumps on a dirt road pull off,
beneath a monkey pod tree.
The kind you can’t explain in a post card,
But that you take with you forever.
And I’m happy to have shared those with my own ohana.
Can you spot a tiny little brother on the sea cliffs?