Sometimes, I imagine what it would be like if we could literally bottle up certain emotions or feelings. I would line my shelves with little glass bottles full of delirious happiness, sweet nostalgia, first-kiss butterflies, the pure joy of hysterical laughter, intense comfort/relief of canceling plans for a day; warm fuzzies from a blossoming friendship.
And amid all of those lovely emotions, I would be absolutely sure to keep stock of a bottled, amber-colored liquid of the feeling of bright sunshine on naked shoulders – that warmed-from-within, sun-toasted sensation of buttery heat on bare skin.
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Our three days on Maui (for our two-year anniversary celebration) were a biiig delicious taste of that last emotion — and since I can’t bottle it up, it seems I’ve just got to write about it and post photos to preserve and share the sensation.
That’s what stories do for us humans anyway, right? We’ve told tales forever and always to bottle up a bit of magic – that we’ve either experienced or dreamt up – to share it with someone else, for their consumption and pleasure. I can’t even focus long enough to finish my cup of coffee as I write this, but tell me a story, give me names and details, smells and sounds to conjure up in a daydream, and I’ll sit enraptured.
Our time in Maui wasn’t much to speak of, in terms of activities completed or even sights seen.
And we wanted it precisely that way. Devoid of activity and plump with sweet, succulent nothingness.
It’s a bit funny that we had to leave our island in order to veg out by a pool and read books, but I think we really did. Work, friends and social activity are all too tempting in our neighborhood on Oahu, and it can sometimes be hard to unplug. So this Maui trip was all about that relaxing-in-the-sunshine feeling I want to bottle up for a dreary day.
And there’s nothing quite like the bliss of waking up in the morning, knowing your only objective for the day is to soak up as much Vitamin D as possible, to sample sunshine and decide which water to dip into first, ocean or pool.
Someday when we visit Maui again we’ll do a whole lot more wandering; see more of the personality of the island, rather than spend all our time acting like rather boujee weekender tourists. But we also adored this trip for what it was: pool bars, lounging, quality time, tequila shots with random new friends (who said they rub shoulders with Jennifer Aniston in L.A.!) sunbathing, and basking in the need to do nothing; to be nowhere.
PS – Beware of the overpriced everything at the Four Seasons in Maui. We certainly savored our stay, but it turns out doing nothing (at least my way) ain’t cheap. Yikes. *The customer service was impeccable, though.* 🙂