One back post-

I wrote this post while waiting to be picked up at the Hilo airport:

After our 4 and a half hour delay at Newark airport I found myself mildly disappointed about not being able to see what I was flying over because of the late hour. Fortunately, the moon was full and the views were spectacular. Mountains were awe inducing in greys and sepia tones. Then somewhere over, I believe it was South Dakota, there was a series of roughly boxy shapes. Farm plots divided into different midnight tones most punctuated with a little light from a house or farm. It really reminded me of a Mondrian painting. The rest of the flight, while long, was uneventful. Upon arrival I smelled something oddly familiar, but couldn't figure out what it was. After standing outside in a light misting of rain, I recognized the scent. The combination of dried jasmine flowers, sandalwood shavings, and patchouli (what exactly is patchouli any who?) from my bridal shower.
Shortly after that I called my sister, Jenna who demanded that I called "even if its 3:00am". I called and there was no, "how was the flight?", only a "What does it look like?" Well for Jenna-- it looks like an airport, only it January and warm, and smells good. There are tropical trees also. Otherwise I don't see too much difference between Oahu and an interesting amalgam if different parts of Jersey rolled into one and very small. A mixture of the port Elizabeth section and some of the southeastern peninsula...
We've just landed in Hilo on the big island and its very clear we aren't in Kansas anymore.