At the apex of spring, when warm light and wild flowers…

As we continue to refine our lifestyles to align with nature’s intelligence…

As the sun rises atop a ridge line or surfaces over the salty horizon…

In preparation for a voyage to the South Pacific, I reached out to Steve at Waihana…

Our plotted course meandered through…

And while dawn disarmed the threat of darkness…

As it turns out, the more I wear them, the more I treasure them…

At the time, I was more pedestrian than pirate…

Beauty is a bird song harmonized with fluttering palm fronds…

My toes have touched its sandy shores thousands of times…