Kava

It’s a very strange night on the beach. From what I can gather, there is a tropical storm brewing off the cost of the Dominican Republic or something. It’s December, and the weather has been very tropical. Squalls off and on and quite a bit of rain running through the beach. I had a really nice night with a great friend. Drinking ‘Awa at the Kava bar down the street with the granola-heads. Playing games with them, making up a different name to introduce myself to everyone in the establishment. I can’t sleep. So I’m looking out the window at the rain on the pavement and listening to the surf. It’s one of those nights I’m so, so glad I’m here. Even though I was so ready earlier to just vanish into the west. Even though I can’t sleep, I’ve got to get up in a couple of hours so moondawg can work on some regulators or something for a dive expedition he’s working on. Earlier we sat on the roof and drank a wonderful Belgium beer and felt the ocean breeze running through my hair. I’m such a lucky man sometimes.