Wednesday, 19 December 2012 DAY 242 MOON 9 WAXING 39%
WE all woke up together. A hug from Viena. A snuggle from Ezra. Wow. How mornings could be. Instead. Signs of Uppa. A bird that flew over the car. A little boy local with flip-flops left for Ezra in Kihei. A highway accident possible life altering on the way in the morning. Traffic was backed up. A guy named Blaze, a local, 19. I dropped off everyone for Keiki time at KAM III. I wish I could write down all the thoughts of my day from the symmetrical family of kids to the lunches to the rooms with a view and the stairs to nowhere. When do you start living? Where is this living? Maui Time. I can not say this island will be missed. I can not say. And what of the day of Dwana and the children. We are separated. We are reunited. 25 years ago what was happening. The breeze is blowing. The palm trees. The rains are trying to fall. We jumped in the swimming pool, Viena and I, and that left me cold with the warm wet wind. Cars along the road can be heard as well making this swoosh sounds. What of the sun? What of the sand? What of this place in middle of the ocean. And what does tomorrow hold. What can tomorrow hold to make today today and not just another day? Viena says she will go to bed by herself when she turns 7. Yeah, right.
