Itʻs just a trunk, but, what a trunk
I Arrived early at Waimea Beach. I was meeting my son with his friends and family. They had not arrived yet and as I waited I was stunned by the beauty that surrounded me. I asked myself the same question I always ask myself. Why, when all of this breath-taking scenery abounds around me, do I stay home?
The early hour with the sight of the clouds and the soothing action of the ocean just make me smile. Sorry I donʻt remember what that tower was for. It might even be part of a church. If you click on the photo it will bring the cross into view.
I’m so looking forward to finely getting some sun. It seemed like summer was never going to get here and so with my family we trek down to the other side of the beach opposite of this scene.
They both want to trek back to where we were (where I took the photo.) My son says Why didn’t you say that’s where you wanted to swim. (there all settled in with blankets down and radio playing and digging into the snacks.) The boys say it is too rough and they can’t catch waves.
So I volunteer to follow them to where they want to go on the condition that they bring a chair for me. They gladly pick up one of the chairs and back down the beach we go.
And soon they disappear into the waves. Waimea can get pretty rough and as tough as these boys are I started to worry after twenty minutes and so back down the beach we trekked again. Now it is starting to rain and I still have not taken off my jacket and wrap.
The boys it seems didn’t want calm. This is where the problematic reading comes in. Can you see to the right the stretched out body diving into the water? That’s my grandson’s friend. This is what they have been waiting for. The right waves to jump into off of the rock.
Ah to be young again and have thick skin and I would add a thick skull to jump off that rock with. I never did take off my get-up, but I had the most wonderful day with Laʻakea and how can I complain when I’ve been gifted rainbows.