I'm on the lanai with my morning coffee. The breeze is exactly as Leilani promised, and the coffee service still has my order on file. All eleven specifications. I didn't have to explain any of them.
The beach path is much as we left it. Runners early, then wedding parties heading toward the Grand Wailea in linen. The photographers walk backward to get the pictures and occasionally end up in the hedges. Two yesterday morning.
There was a fuss near the chapel. Security appeared in polo shirts, a drone went up and came straight back down, and two very smart catering carts arrived. A woman in an enormous hat passed with several assistants. Within four minutes there was a barrier of ferns. I have a theory about who she was. I can't claim to have seen more than the hat.
Brian says the fox crossed our garden at 3:11 a.m., “gait nominal.” The maple lights still come on for six minutes each evening, with no one at the kitchen window. I mind that more than I expected. Nine days until we're home.