Thursday, May 31, 2007

How can I hope to describe the perfection that is Hawaii? Kalalau Lookout on Kauai island is one example. Looking down from the roadside, I gazed upon what seemed like a secret, primeval place. Fog and rainclouds were drifting in from the side, and the sunlight breaking through in places gave it a atmosphere that still makes me shiver in recollection.

Descending the mountain, we passed between boundless meadows and towering mountains, as if directing us towards the sea. And evening was coming, already, the sky was taking on a pinkish hue. Word had it that a recent lava flow had met the sea, and so we did find it, scrambling over an expanse of grey/black rocks, the hardened residue of past eruptions.

I lay there with my family, watching the bright red geyser and the innumerable stars unfolding above me. One of the few times in my life I have been awed into speechlessness.

How can I possibly convey what I saw in mere words? If I could, I would have you there with me, to see what I saw. But I cannot, I am stifled, and it hurts.