Beach At Waikiki
I have finally perfected the magic of teleportation. On this wintery Valentine’s Day in Maine, with a cold front settled in over the landscape like a cool-pack, I have been luxuriating in Hawaii. Waikiki to be exact.
I’ve been listening to slack-string guitar played by an older man wearing a splashy shirt and a lei (thanks to Pandora Radio).
Giant Shirt
I’ve been laughing with my sister at a luxury hotel while the lights from the tiki torches dance, reflected, in the water of the pool while we slurp down tropical drinks garnished with pink umbrellas stuck in pieces of fresh pineapple (thanks to my imagination).
The air is warm and balmy (thanks to the electric heater).
What exactly is this, you ask? Inspired by a trip we took a few years ago, I’ve been writing a story set in Hawaii, and what could be better than that on a mid-winter day? The story is aimed at the confession market because, well, I have to confess that I love writing them.
Bird of Paradise Plant
I hope that this story will find a home in one of the two confession magazines, True Story or True Confessions, but even if I don’t make a sale on this one, at least I’ve had a most enjoyable trip writing my mind to Hawaii today.
Sunset on the North Shore
Aloha! And Happy Valentine’s Day.
I would have liked to go with you! We should have a tropical lunch theme!
We should!! Let’s do that next week.
Excuse that crazy sentence above, typing faster than my brain thinks sometimes.
Wow! These pictures are beautiful-great post!
Thank you for reading and reblogging . . . you know I like your blog, too:)
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