vog

When I first came to Hawaii, I remembered best the air. When you step off of the airplane, it's like a warm embrace, a hug from the atmosphere. I love the warm moist air of Hawaii.

Lately, however, the vog has added some substance to the hug. Instead of a vaporous embrace, it's more like working your way through a crowd. The air is substantial these days since the volcano is spewing masses of gasses into the mix. That is what volcanoes do. Some folks have expressed a wish that they (the government?) would do something about it.

So while they are sleeping on the job, we have to figure out how to live with puffy itchy eyes, black silt on everything, coughs and sniffles, itching, sore throats, grey skies, sometimes a hint of sulphur in the scent (when the nose can scent anything), and a general malaise of being that is making everyone move very slowly.

Ah, paradise.