There is a Wind and Rain particular to Maui that rises at twilight. The ancient Hawaiian name for this is ‘Ulalena and it whispers of other places and other times, both mythical and real. It is hopeful and cleansing and it blows between daylight and night, between times and worlds.
A big fat toad jumped ahead and led the trail through the dark, misty jungle. I had no idea where the toad and my dear friend from college, Daria Boone’s mum, were taking me. But as soon as we reached the gazebo, a little hut with a big doublebed and a bathtub, with only mosquito nets separating the room from the jungle, the hairs on my skin raised like obedient soldiers. There is something about this gazebo, a short walk from the house by the tree on “The Land”…
Pictures of magical Maui…