Last week Ken and I had a slow day so we went up to town together to run some errands. After our regular trips to Costco and Lowes, we stopped by the Old Airport Park. This park lies on the north edge of Kailua, at the end of the Kuakini Highway. We'd been there before but not with our little son, Conlan. It was an overcast day but we were glad for this, since the park can be extremely hot and bright. This long yellow-sand beach stretches along the blue ocean, strikingly beautiful and almost always deserted. We parked and walked in, looking for a quiet place to relax.
It was a weekday, midday, and like most parks at this time of the week, was practically empty. There was one large family preparing a fish BBQ, and a mom and baby sleeping under a tree, but we were otherwise alone. We found a slightly hidden area with a sandy patch and two large tide pools - perfectly kiddie-size. The surf was strong and foamy waves crashed up on the rocks but dissipated as they spilled over into the tide pools. Ken and Conlan played in the sun on the sand and I walked down to a pool and slipped in.
The water was perfectly warm and soft, like a bath. As I always do in large tide pools, I start on my belly and walk along on my hands, viewing the baby fish and hermit crabs underneath me. I then flip over and float on my back, drinking in the sun. I know you're not supposed to sun-bathe, but I just can't help it at times like this. I lie there and let the ocean cradle me, the sun warm me. I feel like I am being held and cared for, embraced by the sun and the water. My ears are submerged so I can hear the crispy-bacon-frying sound of the little fish nibbling, and the muffled roar of the waves. I feel I could fall asleep like this.
After we returned home later that day, I went down to the lanai and had a soak in the hot tub. There was no one around and the house was perfectly quiet. The mist that had been sitting up on the hillside all day finally came down and a soft warm rain began to fall. I sat there in the warmth, drinking a glass of wine, and watched the raindrops gently break the smooth surface of the pool water. I looked out over the Bay, noting the shifting colors of both the sky and the ocean as the rain came down and the weather shifted. The sun began to burn a bright orange-pink hole in the gray sky, and I wondered if this evening our neighborhood owl would fly over the lanai. The world around me was hushed and damp and I had a strange sense that all the green growing things were breathing and sighing as it rained.
As I sat in the hot tub I thought about how perfect this day was, and how typical. There are so many days like this here, so many moments that are so over-the-top lovely you can't imagine them being any better. I was reminded what it is like to be a visitor to this magical island, how precious this place is, how healing. The island gives and gives, and we are always thankful.