Sunday, August 21, 2005

The eruption

...updates continue to draw my attention. I checked on Kilauea again before we headed out this morning and wondered what it is about the reports that keeps me coming back. Of course I didn't think about it at all as we drove from one lake to another, one river to the next and creek to creek, the August smells pulling us along. Each place has its own distinct, heady scent. I'm sure I could recognize some by smell alone. Limestone Lake would be one. The Wildnest River might soon be another. Today as I watched it flow, I tried to learn the lap and line of its ripples, the weight of its smells. Then I thought about what it means to come back.

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