Dear Journal–July 4, 2022 (100 words)

Pack the pickup. Traverse the twisty, two-lane road from Waimea Canyon. Watch the scenery shift. Feel the air transform. Arrive at our favorite spot…

Set up under the cluster of ancient pines. Relax beneath branches that shaded generations of families, silent witness to legacies of love and tradition. Gaze into trails that lead to serene wilderness and verdure alive with ancient secrets. Settle in for a morning of nothing…

Embraced in God’s creation. Surrounded by family. We watched the earth rise to kiss the clouds. We laughed at the chickens. We picked two plums. We enjoyed the freedom of Kokee.