Rare is the Wood of the Koa Tree

I am tucked away in my cave of technology watching a contrived scary movie and eating popcorn for dinner. Suddenly, there is a flash of gold and red and bright glitter just outside my deck door. The room is filled with the light of fire. Is there a party going on across the lawn? I think I see that someone has set up tiki torches and someone else with nice pectorals is juggling flames over the top of the water. There is probably laughter and island music, I'm sure. I hear a sexy drum beat. I think I hear the Pesaga Boys or maybe it is the Beamer brothers or wait, I think I see the sun browned shoulders of IZ sitting on the dock. I set aside my glass of wine. There must be something sweet with coconut and rum waiting for me. I rush to the deck so that I do not miss one second of this celebration of the end of this fall day. Please click on the photo to join me and don't forget to bring your grass skirt.