WORD

"You know what they told me? That after a while, it's like getting hit in the face with a rainbow everyday."

I can't write because it's so beautiful, so artful every day, like the next great oil painter genius painted my window over, that it drowns my ugly, primitive, unsophisticated, drab, and contrived words. I feel like a poser. My words shrink and wither. 

See for yourself:

How does one describe a street corner so steep it is literally banned by the DOT in most states? How does one describe being very careful on said street corner because it's always raining and the road is that slick? I've seen 3 yellow rescue helicopters fly into Manoa Valley in the past 10 days to find lost/stranded/injured hikers and fly out with said passengers hanging between the helicopter and the ground. I've seen rain creep over the edge of the valley looking very much like a wraith or a ghost, dark dancing strands hanging from the clouds, spreading ominously over the valley before consuming me, open-mouthed, wind-swept, awe-struck, and soon-to-be-soaked, at the mouth of the valley. Yes. It is like getting hit in the face with a rainbow every day. A Rainbow that goes from one end of the valley to the other, seemingly right down the middle, with a gentle mist, the sun setting at the perfect angle to shine right into the valley. It's a stark Sharpie-drawn ROYGBIV rainbow with its perfect mirror right above it. I didn't even know God made double rainbows. The wind in the valley blows constantly. Or at least, one hopes it will because that's trade wind and it keeps everything cool and blows the VOG away, more on VOG later. The wind howls on a normal day. On an extra windy day it slams doors that are propped open, blows wet shower curtains at right angles to the floor while you're showering, and blows everything everywhere. It's so loud it will wake you up. The mountains that make up this valley are straight out of a Jurassic Park movie. They are made of rainforest, waterfalls, rock face, and no houses. They beg to be explored (see section on rescue helicopters).

Anyway. This is all just this one valley. The most depressing thought I have is a wish to disintegrate into a million tiny pieces and blow all around this place to be a part of something more beautiful than any mortal flesh.