for all the moments in between, where the shadows cannot be seen and in the spaces where you loved me still, my heart remains on that apple green hill.
I’ve been told that I am pretty one dimensional lately, that I only talk about Hawaii. And you know what, they’re right. Because to me, Hawaii is the best place on earth and I have seen a lot of this earth too. There is something about Hawaii for me. Something that I can’t really explain. It’s a magic; a spirit that the land possesses. Something that is missing here.
Every time I close my eyes I see Hawaii and every time I think about it, my heart hurts a little. It’s not that I don’t want to travel or go anywhere else, of course I do, I am a nomad, I have to, it’s in my blood. But if I had to choose to settle somewhere; somewhere to lay my head longer than anywhere else, it would be on Oahu.
My happy place.
I can’t wait to land and take that drive from the airpot into town and stick my head up against the window of the cab and let that feeling rush over me; the feeling of being home. Or taking the drive from the north shore back into Waikiki via the east side, winding around the island past Ka’a'awa and Kahana Valley. Or the drive from Sandy’s beach when you reach the area of the road where you drop down into Hawaii Kai and the afternoon sun is licking the water and it’s that perfect warm golden colour – you know the one – the perfect light to make photos.
They are just some of the things I cannot wait for, outside of seeing all the people I miss there.
Hawaii is my Ohana. It is the place where the song sings itself.