As I comb through the 200+ pictures of my travels on Hawaii
‘s big island, I can’t deny the magical quality of the images. Magical in the sense that I can recall the thoughts rushing through my head as I lazily flick through each picture.
I sat on these rocks with the ocean lapping under my feet, lost in my thoughts, oblivious to the ebb of time. Realizing that… I never wanted to go back to the mainland.
Everywhere I looked the lush vegetation waved in the omnipresent breeze lulling me into a willing trance. As if they were asking me, “why would you ever go back to what you left?
If I didn’t know any better I’d swear that I heard “insanity” whispered in my ear by the wind.
The more I think about it, the more I am prone to believe that the wind may have had me pegged.
Shun P.'s interactions with Mother Nature 