And back.

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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s