Date line – June 12, 2018.
Well, Pele has her knickers in a twist. As she keeps spewing and heaving out her emotions, Southeastern Hawaii is an inferno. Homes are being lost, vegetation is being lost and the shoreline is changing even as I write this. The Madam is mad.
Now she is throwing what scientists and common folk are calling “Pele’s Hair.” These are fine, hair-like strands of glass that occur when the hot lava hits the cooler air. Pele’s mane floats around and drapes across all manner of structures. It poses a danger to wild and human life alike as it is hazardous for the lungs. She can fling this far afield so no one is immune.
What is slightly disappointing to me is this phenomena is not in the slightest red. Seriously, I thought Pele was a redhead as befitting someone throwing a fit. But, alas, the color of these strands is blond. I never thought of her as a blond. She burns with fire and blaze, not with ice and coolness. My whole world has been turned topsy turvy. Madam, what the heck?
You sit deep inside your volcano home, resting for decades, apparently happy with the world. Then, for whatever reason, you blow and billow and gush and cascade your troubles onto innocent people of an island paradise. And you’re blond. There is no sense left in the world.
I leave you now with these questions: When will the Madam feel satisfied with her tantrum? When will the havoc end? When will this island paradise return to the peaceful, lush land of which I dream? Cease and desist now, Pele. Enough is enough. Nothing else is to be gained. Take it from a former fit thrower and give it up!
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