"If you cry because the sun has left your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars." - Tagore
"Let me face westward while my sun goes down." - Edith Wharton
Monday, January 18, 2010
Winter Dreams of Maui
Here, a cold rain is falling, but 6,000 miles away, the air is fragrant and warm...
You look up and see the green slopes of Haleakala above you, rising to the cloudline...
Turn around, and the warm water and powdery beach sand are there for your relaxation; there is always an island in sight:
You are in paradise, and there is nowhere else that you would rather be...
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