Floors mopped, yard mowed, and an entire book read in blessed silence, I was ready to meet Heidi, MT piano teacher, 
at Lava Java in Kona. Minty, Kansas City friend, got in that evening. The line was out the door at Huggo’s, so we joined Kona Resort next door. John Cruz’s speaker blared, but he was captivating. 
Thus began our 10 days of quick changes and surprises–from quiet signing of my book, AT THE EDGE, in northern Kohala to South Point’s cliffs, waves, and heiau. 
One day would find us hiking to Kiholo Bay
with slow 
turtles,
the next would bring out the paparazzi before a luau.
We stretched from a hair-raising, bumpy ride to Green Sand Beach 
to the quiet walk–except for calling out spouting whales– along an old railroad bed near Mahukona.
From Place of Refuge, 
Hu’uonaunau, to Pololu at sunrise, 
we covered the island like the vog from Kileaua’s cauldera or the mosquitoes that closed 
Waipio Valley with threat of dengue fever. From sea level
to Waimea’s cherry blossom-filtered sky, it’s hard to say which experience promised more.
Minty left with “Happy Valentine’s Day!” I thought, “Happy Every Day!”
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