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Sunday, January 13, 2013

Waves Don't Wave

they rush together
like playmates 
who haven't seen each 
other for weeks. 
Hurling themselves high
in the air they make contact in a 
towering chest bump dissolving
in side splitting laughter,

Brita and I are in Kauai for our yearly mother/daughter get away. The ocean is immediately outside our window. I won't tire any time soon from watching the antics of the waves. Especially the cross current ones. They know how to play. 

P.S. I found great coffee. Finally. I sighed as I took my first sip. Velvet foam mustache happy. 


Maureen said...

Perfect capture.

Have fun, and enjoy that Kauai coffee!

S. Etole said...

Sounds like great fun...as was the mail I recently received. So timely and so appreciated.

Gail Helgeson said...

Hawaii sounds lovely. Especially where I live. The tundra. Frigid, freezing, boots, hats, mittens, sniffles, snuggling under blankets, fireplace, and a book. There are bright sides to living with this white stuff. Still, Hawaii. Aaaaaah...have so much fun breathing in that plumeria air.