...in the very early dawn morning hours. In my week in Hana, both in Hamoa and camping at Waianapanapa State Park, I spent every morning at Hamoa Beach, watching the sun rise, little crabs excavating, waves, birds, clouds... all while feeling those warm tradewinds I dreamed about.
I spent hours just bobbing in the surf, feeling the pull of the ocean. The currents from the waves are strong, and go in multiple directions, all the time. I was a little worried about this at first, thinking I could get pulled out to sea, caught in a rip. But there wasn't any danger -- I could just hang in the waves, in a spot just before they broke, feeling like I was weightless and on a roller coaster at the same time.
It'll be good to know, when I'm back in Seattle, that Hamoa Beach is always there.
Wow -- I loved the mind and body image of this. Your description is great. I feel like I really can imagine it. I love the thought of it.
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