Rain continues to frame our early winter. After the days of grey skies, fresh air and crisp colors emerge.
Kona and I went on a rare afternoon hike, celebrating the first week of the new year and a break in the wet weather.
I couldn't convince the smile off my face, sore cheeks and all. The sky around us swirled with cotton candy clouds. The view toward Downtown shot straight to the ocean, reflecting light off the sea. Kona ran like a maniac, never missing a worthy smell.
I stopped to ask the sky and trail, "Who photoshopped your colors?"
Before leaving, I took a deep breath, smile still glued in place. I looked down at Kona. She sat right by my side, a rarity for my spazz-girl, taking her own deep breaths.