Palolo Valley

Yesterday I woke up and my house was enveloped in a big cloud of fog. It was raining and sounded like I imagine a rainforest to sound. There was no noise of traffic. It is the same this morning. I have wanted to escape from city noise for a while, but it didn't dawn on me until just now. Sometimes I like the bustle of a city, but more and more I'm discovering why the ocean has always appealed to me; the surf sucks all the noise out of the air. My head gets cluttered after too many years without this peace. This is what I needed to do, to get away from the mental clutter--to be alone with my thoughts for a spell. When I wake up In the clouds like this, I still feel like I'm dreaming, the light in my room still somewhat dim from being early, the birds still silent.
I like this island because it's has several regional climates; the city is hot, the ocean tropical and humid, the mountains, breezy, misty and temperate. I think it may even be several degrees cooler up here. When I climb the mountain in the hot sun to my house, I reward myself by stepping out onto the lanai to feel the cool wind on my sticky skin. The lanai is half protected by trees, so that even when the clouds break and the noon sun sets in, the breeze is cool.