Cool freshly wet sand under my feet

Not yet too warm sun breaking stained glass blue over Hale’akala, exploring my early face, directing shadows into every crease.

Ancient lava rock
up over up over

Navigating kiawe trees
kiawe thorns
kiawe thoughts

Turning higher sun hot massaging my shoulders reassuring my back

Rewarding crisp swim waiting

Mornings camping Ma’alaea.