Mokihana

Coming over the hill this morning, carefully crossing the Benicia bridge, was magical, the sunrise was turning lightening sky and clouds crimson, and the ridge way across the bridge was still dark and it seemed like I was entering a magical city because the lights that mark the way were starkly contrasting to the black shore and the grey river. I thought about who would most appreciate this beautiful moment and never doubted that was Mokihana, that lost girl I used to drive to Waipahu and back, and for whom I thank the universe daily, in fact.