three weeks later and the world has changed and remained the same. today was the first sunday leisure group ride since the death of zachary manago; although the group was as intact as ever, the emptiness of our fallen friend was imminent.
nimz and I celebrated the new year on top the roof of the marine lab where she is employed. at the stroke of midnight honolulu erupted into a technicolor of explosions. the city of honolulu was quickly blanketed by a sheet of smoke so immense that it was plainly difficult to breathe...and the claustrophobia I felt when I first left hawaii mounted a resurgence.