As the plane begins to descend,
You see where the ocean meets land
Holding tight, seemingly kissing water and sand
You feel touch down and can now stand.
A warm breeze hugs as you walk to baggage claim
The open doors and windows reminding of the same
Home that you left and returning now you exclaim
Silently, there's no other place you can proclaim.
The sun seems to greet you home
The drive between mountain and sea
The ocean waves draped in gold and chrome
The smell of bbq and salty breeze.
Trips to the Waimea Bay
By bus is the best way
Then to Haleiwa midday
For shaved ice of colorful rays.
As the day turns to twilight
Hues of orangey pinks and red
blanket the sky like highlights
And cool trade winds set in.
A chain of island paradise
Is the place I call home
No other destination suffice
No matter how far I roam.
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Shannon Moose
Cat enthusiast. Horror connoisseur. Stay-at-home mom. Amateur-Aspiring writer.
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