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How dark can it get?

Last night gave me a whole new understanding of just how dark dark can be; just how black the blackest night; just what zero light looks like. There was no moon. The house was enshrouded with a heavy misty fog that lowered visibility with a light down to about 10 feet. With the lights off, that visibility was zero. Even the cats, with their giant pupils, seemed a bit spooked. They stayed close to the house, taking advantage of the glow from the windows.
There are no street lights here on Glenwood Rd. So when the moon is hiding, it's dark. Really dark. Hold-your-hand-up-a-centimeter-from-your-face-and-not-see-it dark. We can't see our neighbors lights through the foliage from here, so the darkness gives a profound feeling of isolation. When a light it shined, it illuminates the mist as a white haze, obscuring the surrounding forest. It's all very cool.
Ron and I went to a beach park in Hilo yesterday. It's a shallow, protected lagoon with a sandy bottom, perfect for swimming. A green sea turtle caught the eye of a couple visiting from Minnesota. I marveled along with them at the docile, contented creature. Ron was too much of a whimp to swim with me. The water was a little chilly. When it started to rain I was unphased. He, on the other hand, found it tough to continue lounging with a magazine along the shoreline. He whined about getting wet while waving me in. So, we boogied off for a beer an Hale Inu (or something like that), a tiny open-air bar we discovered our first week here. Then it was off to Ocean Sushi Deli. It's not our favorite sushi establishment in town, but it's good and very reasonably priced, so we could pig out for less.
This morning was a stark contrast to last night, with bright sunshine and blue sky. This afternoon, however, is shaping up to be foggy and drizzly again. We're staying in and whipping up some chicken for dinner.
There are two rabbits living on our street. They are very cute. I was surprised when I saw them. I had been lead to believe there were no rabbits in Hawaii. I've recently learned that they are illegal. So I'm debating on whether or not to call the authorities to report the sighting. There are only two of them, and I think they are pets and hang out in one general area. There are no other rabbits with which they could possibly mate. For all I know, they are fixed or the same sex and cannot mate with each other, either. I think I'll try to find out who cares for them, if anyone, before making a report. What do you think?
I'm getting a bit bored and am anxiously awaiting my tractor. Once I get some mowing accomplished, I can begin the planning and planting of my mini-farm. Until then, it's a good book and the Olympics. They like to show Curling during the day. While I do respect those athletes and their mastery of an ancient game, it's not the most riveting television. Brooms and rocks on ice just don't cut it as must see TV.
Aloha.

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