The sand on Ha’ena beach is coarse and golden and it’s scattered with chunks of coral and broken seashells. Little crabs dance in the line the foam leaves on the sand while the sun goes down and in the morning, the sand is piled in pyramids along the tideline, the remnants of little crabs digging their way in for the night. The clouds are shaped like the heads of the Where the Wild Things Are monsters, horns and all, and they peer across the misty bay while the sun comes up.… continued…