Greetings from North Oahu

Technically, I have been to a beach.

There was sand. And waves. Even topless women, once.

Yet, at the same time, I have never actually been to the beach.

Hawaiian beaches must exist on some entirely different semantic plane; like a Platonic ideal form you always knew existed that reduces all other experience to cypher and shadow.

While dipping my feet in the amniotic ebb and flow of the ocean tide, a coconut washed ashore.