Dreaming Hawaiian Style

It's been just shy of three years since I lived in Hawaii.

And I still dream about it. I had one such dream last night. I dreamed of Punchbowl, and the pristine crystal blue oceans just mere miles from its peak. The sea was almost clearer than the sky. You might not believe an ocean could be so clear in real life - but it can. I could see green mountains and their steep dropoff cliffs on Kaneohe side. Mist rising from the waterfalls (now long gone in real time) that still echo from the valleys.

Some dreams can taint places; leave them in your mind as less than favorable. But whenever I dream about Hawaii, it's peaceful and joyful. There is nothing depressing about having a Hawaii dream. It's a breath of fresh air and a happy surprise to dip into nostalgia.