Watermelon, raspberry with lime and cherry, watermelon with orange
Monday, June 27, 2011
Not Too Much To Say
Sunday June 26th. I was feeling a bit discouraged because I didn't have much to say about this Sunday, but after sitting quietly for a moment I realized that being void of words is exactly perfect. It's been a year since we decided to move to Hawaii. For a year we've been planning our North Shore Sunday's. We anticipated scenic drives that took us from the cluster of the city, bright sky's that blend into the ocean and give way to short, light rains, and melting shave ice with colors as vibrant as the valleys. We anticipated a routine, a comfort. I love that we don't have to make plans on Sunday, that without words we know what will happen. I will wake up early and not so patiently wait until Joe wakes up and is ready to go. We will drive out towards the North Shore with Jimmy Cliff wailing words of truth, and despite the amount of times that we've traveled the same route we will second guess ourselves and question if we are going the right direction. We know the way, and even if we don't, the car does. We will drive past thousands of pineapples on the left side of the highway and wonder how long it takes to harvest all of those pineapples by hand. I will stare at the trees growing on the right side of the freeway that are shrouded by tall pine trees and momentarily decide that they are macadamia nut trees. Inevitably we will be hungry when we reach Haleiwa. It will be late by the time we actually get to the beach and we will vow to leave our house earlier next week, knowing full well that it wont happen. After all, we will have stayed up too late on Saturday watching Special Agent Dale Cooper use Tibetan practices to put evil to rest in a small town. We will stand in line to get shave ice or wait too long and get ice cream instead. Intoxicated by the sun we will drive home with Garrison's voice on the radio and golden light on the tall grasses in the fields. It's exactly how it's supposed to be, each week the same and each week different.
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