Dropping into the island where I am waiting to embark on another journey, the winds push our blippy little craft away.
I see the stains of society weighing the green down, stamping the life out. And I know why O’ahu maybe does not want us here. We are smothering its beauty with structures that do not fit and do not belong. We are termites building towards to the sun.
A wave, arching high and electric blue, might crash and ruin it all.