Last morning

Last day. At around 7 something in the am, I’m looking down the beach. Somewhere in that last building in the distance at the Sheraton, Martin and Wendy are probably crashed out. I got out and hopped in the water pretty early since I’m flying back today. I think I made my peace with leaving the nice beaches of Hawaii.

Hope the fires will calm down in Southern California. It feels weird to be standing on a nice calm beach across the ocean, when hell has broken out at home. Fires keep starting all over the place.