I Think If You Are An Outsider

For Me, The Magic Of Hawaii Comes From The Stillness, The Sea, The Stars.

The Right Circumstances Sometimes Happen Of Their Own Accord, Slyly, Without Fanfare, Without Warning. Layman's Alchemy. . . . The Magic Of Everyday Things.

Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.

Life Is What You Celebrate. All Of It. Even Its End.

Some Books You Read. Some Books You Enjoy. But Some Books Just Swallow You Up, Heart And Soul.