For the first time in my life, I am on vacation with nothing to do, alone, in Kailua-Kona paradise on Hawaii. I can do anything I want to do, and what I am doing? I’m sipping Hazelnut-Vanilla coffee with cream, and writing like I do from my desk in Montana. Instead of looking out my window in at sunrise over the Rocky Mountains, I sit with my feet in warm surf and watch the sun come up over palm trees.
A king-tide brought super-high surf. Spectacular crashing waves splashed 30-feet above the seawall in my backyard. Birds I have never seen before, come to visit. A flock of noisy colorful Macaws often roost in a large nearby tree.
The waves and birdsong provide a continuous background of cacophony. I have probably taken a thousand photos. The waves are like watching fire, always changing. Surfers visit on their way to spend hours in bathtub-warm turquoise water. Large green sea turtles swim in the surf and eat seaweed from the lava rocks.
Papayas, mangos, star-fruit, dragon fruit, pineapple and fresh coconut fill my refrigerator. It’s easy to eat healthy here. I’m not inclined to eat much or go anywhere except to the beach. I bought two sundresses and wear them most of the time when I’m not in a swimsuit.
I look out at the surf in day while I write. At night, I listen to its crashing music and catch up on chaotic news from the Mainland on YouTube.
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