Slipping Back Into Island Life

Feeling around blindly for my Iphone, I snatch it off the windowsill to shut off the alarm. It's currently 6am and it's still pitch black outside. I do my best to wrap myself back into my blankets as I mentally prepare to get up to watch the sunrise.

 A year later, I'm back on Kauai with upgraded sleeping quarters. Instead of the kitchen counter, I now sleep in an 8ft by 7ft shack which is just big enough for a twin bed and a few belongings. It's more of a screened in box to keep out the mosquitos with a roof above it. Due to the open air plan of my shack, the cool valley winds blow through the screens causing the curtains to dance and my exposed skin to develop goosebumps.

Shelf space

Lying back down, the wind rustles the jungle leaves around me like the applause of a standing ovation to a sold out theatre play. All around me the wild roosters continuously can be heard up and down the valley as they call out to each other as if they were neighbors bickering to one another from across the street.

Finding little motivation to get back out of bed, I justify that the sunrise isn't going to be very good and I give up and succumb to the idea of more sleep.

Lazy afternoon

Jack Johnson banana pancake kind of morning

Muddy commutes

Just another tequila sunrise