Hungry?

Bonjour! So a few weeks ago, I took a small jaunt to Hawai'i. During the trip, I ended up blogging in a steno book because that's the only notebook I could purchase at the Vancouver International Airport. It was fun! I wrote normally, no steno techniques or special short hand of any kind, just my own ramblings in neat and mildly legible scribbles. Ramblings. That's exactly what they were. I went through the book the other night in order to prepare to tell you the tales of Oahu and paint you a glorious canvas of colours and smells and tastes. Turns out it hardly makes sense. It did at the time. I remember how I felt in the moment of each and every word I scratched down. So I can't really tell you things, purely due to this question: How do you accurately describe a feeling? A scent? All I can say is that on a gloomy looking rainy day at the airport, it was serene to observe my fellow travelers while listening to music that slows my heart rate. It was dream-like. Hibiscus generally smells sweet and some species have no smell at all. The air has truly the most delicious taste. Have you ever tasted air? Not here in Alberta. The only air you can truly taste is mostly in winter when it's crisp and clear and the taste of it is literally the exhaust from the broken muffler of a diesel truck. Not so wonderful. It kills the soul (not to mention sensory receptors), it does nothing to nourish it. Back to Hawaiian air: the smell is so rich you can taste it's sweetness. You drink it in. Feed your soul. Feeling hungry? Land in Maui. Now for photos. I've looked through many of my photos and have come across my fluke shots. Ones that look like a pro shot them with some mega zoom big ass uber expensive camera. Nope. I captured (save for the one of me bum, I think Allison did that) these moments with a dinky FujiFilm from Wal-Mart. A hidden talent unearthed? Mayhaps. Feast your eyes on these, and when you get too full, just unbutton your jeans and.....Breathe.