What happened yesterday? Not much. A two-hour drive to a sunny beach on the west coast of the island, just south of Kona. Zadie getting the hang of boogie boarding and Malik of body-surfing and both of them (and me) getting slammed down into the sand at least once. Driving back and getting to the promised ice-cream place literally one minute before it closed. Taking one photo all day, the sign there of the “Southernmost Bakery in the United States.” After three days of surprising volcanic eruptions ( “I WANT MY BATMAN HAT!!!!!!!!!!!!), “threenager” Malik sweet all day and into the night. Dinner back at our Air B&B of leftovers, everyone to bed early except me working again a bit on my book.
What happened yesterday? Not much. That’s the way it goes sometimes. But inside of the not much, the usual opportunities to marvel at the miracle of life and the gratitude that we’re all here together to enjoy it. I showed the grandkids a banana plant and that was interesting enough to see where their food came from. Not much is enough. Maybe more than enough if we see the world rightly.
This morning, the usual rain and fog here at Volcano seems to be taking a day off and it’s a whole different place with the sun shining. We shall see what it offers and what we’ll be attentive enough to appreciate and enjoy.