Time Passages

For the past week I've had this song stuck in my head.

(Or maybe longer than a week, but that's kind of the point.)

Time definitely moves differently here. But it's not like a "land of the midnight sun" sameness where you would be understandably disoriented.

No, day follows night follows day here. It just seems to be at its own pace.

• It could be the unchanging weather. 
• It could be the surreal scenery. 
• It could be the actual physical removal from the real world. 

According to a Maui Facts blog post:

Hawaii is considered the most isolated population center on Earth. It is 2,400 miles from California, 3,800 miles from Japan and 2,400 miles from the Marquesas Islands.

Maybe it's a combination of the above. All I know is I'm still trying to carve out some sort of reliable routine.

And there are things that I'm appalled to find still sitting on my To Do list. Worse, I just shrug and think, "I'll get around to it."

Larry has given up pretense and goes to work most days in his swim trunks to make his daily cooling-off dip in the ocean that much easier. (Although the ocean is literally across the street from his office. There's no real struggle there.)

I've been fighting to hold onto my "What Not to Wear" rules of dress, but find myself, too, prioritizing ease over aesthetics.

Is it something in the sunlight? Water? Mangoes I've enjoyed off the tree in the backyard?

I'll keep you posted. At some point. When I get around to figuring it out.

Someday.