Being Rescued

After 3 hours of sleep before an 11-hour journey from home to our temporary home, and a 3-hour time change, we found ourselves walking on the beach in the hour before sunset. They seemed only mildly tired, and though I was happy beyond any telling of it, I was aware of somewhat flat brain-waves. Bella has no fear of the water and had to be rescued by one of her three ever-vigilant minders many times. She would throw herself into the sea, go under, slide out with the undertow, one of us would grab her, she she would come up laughing. This how we all hurl ourselves at life in the beginning, I think. Then personality and experience enter the picture. There is not always a rescuer handy, and some of us have more or less of that  hunger for risk (I read somewhere that there is a gene for that, and if so she has certainly come by it through inheritance), so there is infinite variation in the human ability to temper that impulse to go for it.

That dark line on the horizon is the island of Molokai.

I'm in Heaven, and right now I'm off to enjoy the sunrise on my first morning here.

We have ethernet in the apartment, but I won't be commenting or even responding to comments, because I need to BE HERE NOW. I thought about turning off comments, but I know I will enjoy them when I come back, probably after this week. Expect more pictures.