Howling tradewinds. The constant sound of roosters and tropical birds. Lots of green. Sunshine. Fresh air. The smell of ripe guava and lilikoi. Dirt roads. Bare feet. Cliffs giving way to endless ocean views. Farmer's market. The Banyon Tree. Quaint shops. Art. Homeschoolers. Farmers and paniolos (cowboys). People, unlike any I've ever met, who I love and miss greatly. Real community. The place I go when I close my eyes. The place where I found myself.