This is light, upbeat and non-political. I’ve written dozens like these. I don’t have to “think” — I just “feel” and write what I feel.
Of course, sometimes, I do think. I think a lot, actually. Sometimes, I write stuff that are very strong and likely to elicit strong reactions—either way.
More of that …. later.
Here is “Beach Bum.”
The sunset I just watched wasn’t particularly spectacular. I’m not sure if it even qualifies as … spectacular. But I just watched it from what is pretty much the unanimous choice as the “best” beach on Hawaii. Not in Hawaii, but on Hawaii—the Big Island.
I’ve been in the neighborhood lately because I am working at a nearby hotel. Today—and I’m sure some may laugh and think it’s lame because I’ve been on Hawaii for over five years—I finally paid my first visit to Hapuna Beach State Park. Truly, this gem is a sacred trust for the “State” of Hawaii or the “Sovereign Nation” there of. Take your pick. Either way, I think that most people who come here stand a good chance of having some sort of experience that can favorably affect their lives.
Yes, the beauty of the location is a factor, but the attitude of the people coming here is just as significant. You know, being in the moment. There. On the beach.
Some, I like to believe, are affected forever. I’m sure it does happen. Maybe not often. But, I know I can think of things in my life that have had a strong and favorable influence. A lasting influence.
I get a good feeling thinking that, maybe, at least a person or two here at Hapuna may be experiencing some sort of life-affecting blessing, right now.
Contemplating leaving, shortly after the sunset and during the very brief—tropic style—period of twilight where your eyes have yet to adjust, I glance at a couple who arrived a few minutes earlier.
They were lying down. Twenty toes up (as opposed to “ten toes up, ten toes down,” but I won’t even go there).
Sleeping? I wondered. They and I were at that magical place on the beach where the sound of the surf, in front of us, was diminished sufficiently to hear the sound of the coconut tree fronds being shaken by the wind at approximately the same volume, but in back of us. Kind of a sonic twilight zone. Or something like that.
It was mesmerizing in a unique, delta wave-inducing way. The surf, when it’s not overwhelmingly loud, becomes just one more part of the symphony being played out every night on beaches of many sorts all over the world, I’m sure.
Some are rugged and rocky. Some are powdery white with sand.
Some are like Hapuna—beautiful even though they are probably somewhere between gloriously rocky and sublimely sandy.
Will Hapuna and those other beautiful beaches still be beautiful years from now? Months? Weeks?
I remember the couple that arrived on the beach shortly after the sunset and how they “assumed the position.” Tranquil repose. They seemed to have been on a mission. Their friends, another couple whom they arrived with, were just as deliberate in their approach to and subsequent frolicking in the ocean. Silhouetted against the dimming western sky, it was obvious what they had come for.
The reclining couple? I think they wanted to hear the symphony of harmonious Hawaiian beach sounds and have it lull them to sleep while they forget.
Forget their worries. Forget their fears. Forget the second mortgage payment and the bills that keep popping up and that almost kept them from coming on their vacation this year. Almost. Of course, I speculate.
But, now, they are forgetting. Surely. Sleeping, maybe. Or both.
I am happy for them. I forget a thing or two along with them and pray for a blessing to be upon them as I walk to my car.
A few hours later, as I type these words, I wonder where the couple will sleep tonight on their vacation. A resort hotel room? Condo? B & B? Vacation rental? Who knows.
I know where I am going to sleep. I’m going to sleep in the same place I slept last night and the night before that, and that and that.
I’m going to sleep in my car; I’m the Homeless Guy, and I’ve got stories to tell.
And, I keep thinking about that beautiful beach; I haven’t slept there.
828 words, the previous vignette
Most of those I write are between 700-900.
It’s not easy, writing “short” like that, for me. I like to ramble. It’s been a really good experience trying to write those vignettes and get them all down to less than 800 words—most of them. I’ve had to learn a certain … verbal economy. I’m still learning. Personally, I find it much easier to just … ramble—writing whatever I feel in the moment. Like the letters I write to friends and loved ones. Sometimes, they become epic and novel like. Maybe I just don’t know when to shut up.
In any case. The vignettes are challenging because my goal is to get people into the moment—drawing them into my own little world at the time—quickly and effectively. And, then, at the end, every time, “hit ’em” with the … uh, punch line?
So, what’s your point? No big deal, right?
That’s my point. “Stop your worrying.” “Live life.” “Enjoy life.” “Be here, now.”
A million other freaking ways to just say: JUST BE HAPPY [dammit]!
Ok. Now, I am rambling. See what I mean?
I’ll stay in touch. I’m getting ready to devote more time to writing.Aloha …