Lava, Lava: Sparks Flying
Last night's three hour trek across the lava field into the direct path of the oozing orange flow was exhausting, exhilarating and dangerous. Yoshiko; Jonathon; Jim and I went on the trek, and today Yoshiko and I were overwhelmed by the memory of the lava's progress down the sharp and black glassy slope into the ocean.
I am still somewhat stunned that I could look down through several cracks in the rock and see hot lava glowing below me. Unrest was emerging from the core of the earth. The heat coming through the rock above was extreme, and I saw sparks flying from the back of Yoshiko's old sneakers.
We heard the crackling of the lava slowly making its journey across the old flow and saw clouds of steam sizzle and rise when Pele the Goddess made contact with her sister the ocean.
The sound and feel of the wind changed dramatically from a hot slap in the face to a cool breeze as we closed the distance, moving toward the hungry waves.
Earth and water united…
Hawaii
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