The ocean was all around us, pushing us up from the right, and setting us back down on the left. Occasionally a shower of sea water would rain on us as we made our way to Moloka'i. The journey there seemed longer than just 40 minutes, and it all started the day my mother told me of the lepers of Moloka'i. *
*this story still sits within me, waiting to be written, and I want to give it the time to be realized to its fullest. Until then I'll hack away at a stone, crafting it into foundation I will use to speak of one of those profound moments in the summer.