It's sad, I think, when a writer lacks the words to say what's going on in his or her mind. And yet, that's where I'm at following my trip to Hawaii. I feel a little bit like a misplaced kamaaina - what Hawaiians call locals. I've never felt quite so lacking in adequate description; this place simply defies it.
I feel fortunate to have visited, and I miss it a lot. It felt like home. The people felt like family. My dad and I had a wonderful time. And that's all I can say for now.
Full trip report to come in a few days, after I'm able to process the wonder of it all.