2011-08-07AMPosted: August 7, 2011
We live at Kahana Bay Park for today, last night. Moments spent among the iron woods of keawe’, burning termite eaten logs found by the side of the highway. Drinking beer, smoking grass, roasting marshmallows we revel in each others’ company, whelmed with the joyousness of this time, this place, these sweet and beautiful beings we share the universe with.
My friend stares into the fire this morning; watching a colony of ants scurry around their burning log home. Even for us sitting a few feet away the logs burn too hot in the dappled Hawaiian sun. Waves crash as hogs rumble, cruising by on the highway of the king.
rebloged from: http://valentinelovecraft.com/2011/08/08/2011-08-07am/