We have a special opportunity to house seat for dear friends of my wife in Kalua-Kona.  The golden rays of the sun reflected on the blanket of clouds.  ​Look westward, the sky transforms—a canvas brushed with hues only nature can mix.  Wisps of cirrus clouds catch fire. They blush—peach, coral, tangerine—like celestial feathers dipped in molten gold. Watching the Sun’s Farewell that tireless traveler, nears the edge. Its rim kisses the ocean, sending ripples across the water. This was definitely a sight to behold and embrace each moment with gratitude and joy.