So, here's the silly thing about our eleven year anniversary getaway to the "north of here" North Shore of O'ahu, technically we live on the North Shore and it just doesn't sound as romantic"ish" if I say we just headed up the street with an overnight bag and plopped down in a quickly made up room after some other poor wandering souls had recently checked out.
Okay, back to the silly thing, I know, I know it's wordless Wednesday but I feel like there's just so much to catch up on and, well, there are only so many posts in a week and weeks in a year and years in a lifetime so forgive me but I'm injecting my Words into this Wednesday and I'm pretty sure it'll survive being a "Kinda Wordy" Wednesday instead-- ya know? Just this once?
So, the silly thing about our anniversary weekend, well there were two actually-- yes, two... two little extra munchkins drove to the hotel with us, two little munchkins drank the complimentary pineapple juice in the lobby by the cupful and only 'cause they had just enough sense that this little getaway wasn't completely about them so as to not just stick their heads with mouths wide open under the little spout and open the sugary flood gates, two little munchkins sat at the table for our anniversary dinner wondering like two little munchkins will why they couldn't just start with dessert first on this "oh so very special" of occasions.
So, after spending the day in the pool splishy splashing from one end to the other and then curling up to catch up on Disney Channel shows 'til "way past bedtime", well, needless to say I needed just a teensy tinsy moment to myself sans two little munchkins.
And, so I woke before everyone else Sunday morn and slipped through the bird of paradise printed black out drapes; black out drapes-- genius. And, well, I found myself headed even further north on a long walk along the beach at dawn. And, three breathtakingly beautiful rocky coves later, I came upon this World War II bunker.
And, partially because I was in no rush and also 'cause I was looking for a little perspective, I stepped inside and looked out.
And, I guess I thought a little of a lot about fear and long walks through short lives and love and abandoned spaces and what the bunker on the other shore must have looked like and what the eyes that looked out of it must have held, and what of the fear there too? And what of love?
And, then of course I had had enough with thoughts and so missed the two little munchkins that I hurried back across the sand so as not to miss their waking.
And, if you please, join me for a sort of "stepping out from behind the bunker" link up with friends.