I miss, too, the deep hued sunsets at the end of the day, the sun's rays slowly waltzing across the water before seeping into the sand at my feet. I could use a reminder in the dead of winter just how beautiful the gift of each day.
No way the Midwest can compete with the sheer wonder and rugged beauty of this volcanic island paradise.
I miss that carefree girl that took the spotlight while I was in Maui. She's backstage more often than not as time marches on. There’s no going back. I think that's why I sometimes miss what was, dwell on what will be, especially when the world turns cold and life comes to a standstill.