We needed to shift our world view.
The timing seemed auspicious. A full, “Harvest” moon. International Day of Peace. Autumnal Equinox.
Juice was in the air and the Bohemian and I were going to go immerse ourselves in it. Cloud juice that is, in the highest altitude on our island.
We walked through forest realms, looking closely at its infinite world of minutiae. We took our time, nibbling on purple lilikoi along the way.
Then, at the end, as we wove through a path of grass waving tall above our heads, the stalks parted like curtains to a stage. We stepped out, suddenly to find ourselves standing at the edge of everything.