Friday, September 3, 2010

Hawaii: Kehena Beach

We are in another world. A yellow ant just crawled across the page. I'm on a black sand beach made up of volcanic ash. Watching the palm trees sway in the breeze, I breathe in the untainted natural beauty of Hawaii. There are no tourists here, only locals.

This beach, Kehena, is clothing-optional, and filled with creative spirits playing the flute, drums, guitar, basking in the glorious Hawaii sun, rolling with the waves. Aunt Jeni comes here almost every day. It is a pocket of paradise, black sand and shiny volcano rocks, treacherous waves smashing into cliffs on either side of our haven.

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