So, with all my friends occupied I spent the day alone. That's ok. All I wanted to accomplish was some sun bathing and some body surfing. I spent a few hours doing both, frying my soft belly before having it ground into beach sand by the crushing surf. I wish everyday could be like this. Later I rinsed off and waited for the sun to go down. I forgot my camera but it wasn't that great anyhow. Several others were snapping pix which kinda makes me feel like any I coulda taken wouldn't have been unique.
Once again Honolulu Int'l Airport failed to inspire. The dark interiors yielded long lines, poor service, and anxious anticipation. After a week of living it up Waikiki style I was Seattle bound for more catching up with old friends. I think this is a great way to travel. I'm truly stoked. Our plane takes off and banks west, exposing me to the south through the window. A slightly waning moon shines bright, casting eerie shadows over the glowing water. I need to spend more time with the ocean.
The flight was unremarkable save for the final approach into Seattle. Such a pretty city, early morning sun glancing off the bay waters and reflecting off shiny skyscrapers. We touched down to 45F and rainy. Fuck me, I'm wearing sandals, shorts and a T-shirt.
I was pleasantly surprised to find the light rail to be functioning; and rode it into town. Early morning on a Sunday and the train was dead. With the pleasant automated female voice and all the automatic doors it was easy to imagine a city that had outlived it's inhabitants. Robots working overtime to service a failed race.
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