Walking down a desolate undulating path of pumice and glass shards, each precarious step reminds that the old flow is alive. It breathes. Pele's limited hospitality greets with plumes of cumulous smoke, a confetti mixture of boulders, lava and sulphuric spray. This mixture is tossed to over one hundred feet and carried by the tropical winds as a greeting card in all directions. Yet each guest arrives with a sense of awe and amazement and goes with a new sense of humility.

Occasionally a special reminder of ancient Hawaiian mysteries is given when an image of a beautiful woman dancing in the shadows of smoke and ash is caught in the corner of the mind's eye as the palace fades back into the mist.

JL Gryphon [JLGryphon@gmail.com])mailto:JLGryphon@gmail.com)