somedays, for fun, when the sea is high and the waves are big we walk out on to the exposed lava shelf and find the deep blow hole the ocean water shoots out of like a geyser. we make a man out of sticks and palm leaves and a coconut for a head and throw him down there and run away as we feel the rumble below us. he flys way up in the spray and we get wet and our shirts cling to us sloppily and we laugh and laugh everytime. we all want to try it ourselves, but everyone that has ever tried never came back and we still haven't climbed the tallest tree on pikes hill yet.
eris:
remember when we lived in hawaii?