Many years ago, my husband and I moved to Hawaii. We lived in the small beachside community of Lanikai on the windward side of Oahu, away from the buzz and high energy of Honolulu. Our home was a guesthouse to a larger house that overlooked the beach. When I talk about our time in Hawaii, I frequently tell people about the pristine weather; it was 80 degrees and sunny almost every day with a gentle trade wind to keep things comfortable.
While the weather in Hawaii is truly the most incredible I’ve ever experienced, what I remember most are the sounds. Even now, I can close my eyes and hear the trade winds gently rattling the palm fronds in the trees overhead. And when I want to sleep, I think about the sound of the waves rolling up and back on the beach. While we couldn’t see the beach from our guesthouse, we could hear it, especially at night when the neighborhood was quiet.
