(a synapsis of what's happened, so far)
infant ferns balanced on perfect axes beneath a canopy of green stars. the Salmon river drones quietly from a distance upon its bed of rocks.
a bird at dusk, intoning like an ocarina at long intervals on the otherwise quiet slope of the forest. i imagine the soft ping of a ride cymbal, as if played with a single brush wire, alternating with this bird's note.
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a dark green leathery paddle grazes my leg and next there's the wise eye of a sea turtle meeting mine.
i looked into the eyes of fellow snorkelers and realized how we all share the 'blankness' of the fish in this state, traveling along the membrane between air and water, gracefully avoiding and absently regarding each other.
it's particularly beautiful to look up at the raindrops perforating the watertop.
a family of mountain goats disappears over a bluff of the Nu'alolo cliff trail, leaving behind an actual puff of dust that moves out over the valley momentarily and is gone.
a snare drum brushed a few hundred yards inland from where the surf overlaps the sand. how would it sound from the several towels left variously along the beach?
the bamboo forest is still and hot. the heavy trunk, with its segmented midsection rotted with different sized holes, leans where it did the last time we were here, only no wind blows through these openings. the microphone gets put away...
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