She was at the beach today.

It was one of those Hawaiian spots.

The secret one that no one knows .

Needless to say it was packed.

Everything was very very Aloha.

 

The beach is a name that I forget how to

spell or pronounce , I’ll leave it alone.

It was the age old struggle of Pele pushing Lava

into the Pacific Ocean with the Ocean grinding 

everything into powder.

 

The trade winds blew northeast which shaped the Kiawe trees

into a natural shroud to keep away from it all.

 

She was perfect , ageless , well that’s going a little drastic.

A young jet black haired girl sitting on a boulder made out 

of lava. Plain minus saucer eyes and that hair .

What drew my gaze was the journal in her hands.

Frim my distance of around twenty feet , it appeared to be

brand new .  For me , that was and has always been my 

attraction to youth . That brand new journal and  unjaded

eyes.

 

That moment in time is passing all around us as we freak

out about the next best thing: