Hawaii is doing well.

I went on a swim the other morning, one of those particular ones that get you lost in the depths. Spilling over coral down to sandy pits beneath and spinning through the water it was perffaith. (It's welsh and would translate into something relatively close to perfect). But the best part was that this swim began a new year, a new season, a new semester and a slightly new corner for me to look out on. Upwards and forwards, talleyho! And for some reason this blonde surfer kept chasing me through the waters, strange. But exciting, then I remembered his name is Dillon and that he can hold his breath longer than I can and so I should stop kidding myself that I was going to win the race. But having a friend there in the ocean, appreciating the Pacific and aquaponics. I swallowed some water, deep, salty ocean water. Tasty. Mouth puckering. And it made me cough, then sputter and then snort. Everyone needs a good snort of salt water, it really clears the sinuses. Like hot sauce clears your throat when you naively lick it off your fingers when it spills out. Other things happen when you're out there, you can hear this crackling, bubbling sound. As if a teeny Mr. Magorium was jumping up and down on packing wrap, tapping out an eternity of snap, crackles and pops. This and tortillas. I'll always love tortillas. That's what defines a day to remember.