Hawaii, day 2.

day 2 in Hawaii is coming to a close.  fans are rotating all over the place, i either have a dehydration or a lack of caffine headache.  the smell of spagetti be prepared is coming from downstairs.  and i'm so happy.  this vacation has been AMAZING so far.  if you don't mind, i'm going to brag a little bit, ok?  don't worry, there'll be pictures!

first of all, packed our boogie boards and went to Hapuna beach.  one of the most amazing beaches ever.  it wasn't too crowded, the sun was shining, and the water's temprature was perfect.  the waves were PERFECT for boogie boarding, but Patrick and i did get slammed to the bottom of the ocean a couple times!  pristine.  here's a couple of pictures:

(kidding, but wouldn't that be awesome?)

anyways, after that we grabbed some lunch (best fish and chips ever) and stopped in a little town called Hawi.  or, as i like to call it, my future home.  the town probably had about 100 people in it, and the town was basically just a block of little shops, from ice cream shops to art galleries.  it was basically a hippie town.  seriously.  local art was hanging in every shop.  one lady at the art gallery kept talking to us about how the art "felt" and how it "spoke to her" and all that jazz... just an amazing town.  i really REALLY wanna live there when i grow up.  i told Patrick that'd i'd bus tables for the rest of my life if i could just live there.  and i meant it.  i got a couple photos here, but none of the art... i didn't think it'd be appropriate.  here you go!

and... saving the best for last... this:

a black sand beach, and seriously, the most beautiful place i've ever seen.  words can't really describe this place or how i felt, just... wow.  i was completely amazed and introverted about that whole expierence, but it was seriously just... incredible.  i've never felt so peaceful and beautiful there.  like everything in the world was going to be alright.  like i could do anything i want in life.  i could accomplish so much.  i would STRONGLY urge anyone who's anyone to go there.  bring a notepad and just write down your thoughts.  i know this is going to sound really hippie-esque, but there's an energy there that's just so inspiring.  i swear, any poet ever needs to go there.  here's some more pictures:

oh, also, here's the poem i wrote on the black sand beach.  it's called:

Sun Colored Lens

There's a tortured consistency here
waves pounding on rock and sand
like battering rams locked in a timeless struggle
with the rocks.
Where the white caps rip at the coast
with no certain reason
but because they're supposed to.

Words become lost here
hours turn into minutes and
days turn in to centuries and no one
cay really seem to place exactly where
these waves came from
or why they do what they do.
All they know is they come
and are among a select few of
constants in life.  Words lose meaning
and voices lose volume here.

And there truly is no sentence
for this place.  No way to describe
what this beach will have to go
through.  And yet I know the black
sands here don't wish for any other
existence.  Because as it is shaped by the waves,
the beach knows it shapes
the men and women who come there
and for a brief moment shines the
world in a sun - colored
lens.


thank you, i love you all.

-michael howell.