[ ho'i mai ka honua o nā moemoea ]
Me ia hoʻi, aia kekahi ʻano o ka lili ʻole. Ka hiamoe o ka naʻau, ka makemake ʻole e hana, ʻaʻohe pahuhopu e hoʻokō ai, ʻoiai he mea liʻiliʻi wale nō.
A laila, lohe au i ka hōʻailona tsunami i hoʻouna ʻia i ka Hikina a me waena o ka Pākīpika, a me ke Kaiākulu Komohana o ʻAmelika Hema, no ka ōlaʻi nui loa, 8.7 ka ikaika, ma kahi o Kamchatka, Rūsia, i kēia kakahiaka. ʻAʻohe hōʻailona i kākau ʻia no San Francisco, akā ʻike au i ka nūhou i hāʻule mai ma nā ala maʻamau. A laila, lohe au iā Pono ma kahi o ka hola 6:30 p.m. o koʻu manawa; e holo ana ʻo ia i ka home, no ka mea ua pani koke ka hale pizza i ka lohe ʻana i nā hōʻailona mua. Ua wānana ʻia ka hiki ʻana mai o ka nalu mua i Hawaiʻi ma ka hola 7:17 p.m. o laila. Ma mua o ia manawa, aia ʻo ia i uka.
Hoʻopaʻapaʻa ka ʻohana i ke kikokiko pūʻulu. Aia nō hoʻi ka hale o ka tita ʻo Margie, ʻo kāna keiki kāne ʻo JJ, a me kāna ʻohana ma ka palena o ka ʻāpana melemele o ke kaha inundation o Kahului (e nānā i lalo). Ua holo ʻo ia i uka, i Wailuku Heights. ʻAʻole au i lohe iā Johnny. Ua pani koke ka wahi hana o Pono ma nā Hale Kūʻai o Kaʻanapali Parkway — he manaʻo kūpono nō hoʻi. ʻŌlelo ʻo ia ua piha ke alanui i nā kaʻa e hoʻi ana i ke kaona, a laila mai ke kaona i uka — he ʻano kūlohelohe.
Manaʻo hoʻi au i ka ōlaʻi o Tōhoku o 2011 ma Iāpana, a me ka tsunami i hiki i Maui. Ua komo loa ia i uka ma Kanahā, e kokoke ana i ke kahua mokulele. Manaʻo au i ka kaʻa ʻana i laila ma hope, i kekahi lā, a ʻike i nā lāʻau a me nā mea kanu ma ke kahakai, nā puʻu one, a me nā kahawai, i uhi ʻia i ka lepo a me nā ʻōpala i lawe ʻia mai e nā nalu.
I think I’m through to the other side now. Or at least I hope so! On the other hand, there seems to be this curious fog descending onto my consciousness. Or maybe I’m just imagining it, from the characterizations of others, concerning this particular variant of the plague? Either way, it’s a distinct sensation — or, rather, an impression of one. Like I said, it’s all kinda hazy out here. Accompanying that is a sense of ennui. Listlessness, a desire to do nothing, get no goal accomplished, no matter how trivial.
And then, I heard of the tsunami alert sent to the eastern and central Pacific, and West Coast of N. America, due to the massive, magnitude 8.7 earthquake off of Kamchatka, Russia, this morning. There were no alerts here in San Francisco, but I saw the news pop up at any rate, via the usual feeds. Then, heard from Pono around 6:30 p.m. my time; he was driving home, as the pizza shop closed up for the day as soon as the first alerts rang out. First tsunami wave arrival in Hawaii was estimated at 7:17 p.m. local time. He’ll be upcountry long before then.
Family group text worried, too. Sis Margie and her son JJ and his fam’s homes are just at the edge of the yellow part of the inundation zone map of Kahului (see below). She’s driven up to Wailuku Heights anyhow. Not heard from Johnny yet. Pono’s workplace at Ka’anapali Parkway Shops closed early, for good reason. And he said traffic back to town, and then from town to upcountry, was crazy. I remember the 2011 Tohoku earthquake in Japan, and the tsunami that reached Maui. It went inland at Kanaha Beach, for quite a ways, towards the airport. I recall driving past there afterwards a day or so later and seeing all the vegetation at the beach, dunes and swampy area covered with debris from the waves.
[ Hover on above ¶s for the original in English - translation into Hawaiian rendered to me by ChatGPT; below, screenshot of part of the inundation zone in the Kahului area of Maui... ]