When Naia saw the big flakes coming down tonight, she started jumping up and down shouting, "It's Christmas, it's Christmas!" I need to channel some of that enthusiasm. Or I can just look at photos from Hawaii and pretend we're still there.
So here is some absolute tropical fluff. Meaningless sunny pictures of palm trees and beaches and blue water. Just turn up your heat and pretend.
Here's some more irony. There's snow in Hawaii. The Big Island is amazing because on this one little Big Island there are 10 of the world's 13 climate zones (the number varies depending on the source, but you get the idea, there are a lot in one little place.) So while driving through the rain forests of Hilo to the dry desert beach area of Kona you pass snow capped mountains.
Look closely at the left side of the mountain. You'll see the observatories of Mauna Kea (meaning white mountain) where scientists from all over planet Earth come to gaze at the universe from this clean, clear, cold top of the mountain. We've never been up there because there are all kinds of restrictions about who can access that altitude (no kids, no pregnant ladies, etc), but ya know what? That's ok, because I don't come to Hawaii to be cold and make snow balls.
I can do that here. Today. Five days before spring.
