A thin sheet of reflected sunshine stretches across the inky blue waters of Hana's Wainapanapa State Park. Jagged black volcanic rocks act as jewels that crown the tiny inlet.

A frigate bird skims the surface, activating a tiny ripple that works its way toward your levitating body. You undulate back and forth until all those appointments, phone numbers and things on your "to do" list slip out of your mind and into the calm.