The Life and Times of S

So someone at work today asked me what the highlight of my trip was. I thought about it.

I told her that it was the helicopter tour of the active volcano in the Big Island with the lava flowing with ferocity no more than 50 feet underneath. And the one night we did the white people thing. You know, rent a cottage in the mountains, drink a lot of sangria, well, everyone drank a lot of sangria, play games all night and laugh ourselves silly to sleep.

But the real highlight of my trip was laying alone on the hood of the rental car for an hour and gazing at the stars. Boundless. Endless. At 12, 000 feet.

Just gazing. And not thinking. For once.

posted by S @ 5:22 PM