From time to time I wonder if it’s my water-based zodiac sign that draws me to the sound of crashing waves.

We spent yesterday driving along the North Shore of O’ahu, frequently stopping to check out a stretch of beach and other such sights. There were surfers here and there. 

There was one odd incident, where a young man sat very close to Earl and I, tied his shirt into a knot to expose his belly and then looked lovingly at my husband as he licked his lips in a seductive(?) way. I didn’t take his picture of this person, whom I have since dubbed “Hoeilana”, but we made him uncomfortable enough that he moved away without incident as we continued to join the sights and sounds of the beach before moving on.

The peace and tranquility I found in the sounds of the ocean was just what the doctor ordered.