Imagining slipping into another place is deceptive.
Visiting is the easy thing.
Swaying palm trees, the roll and pound of the surf, the beckoning song of the birds.
But after that you begin thinking.
Work, traffic, bills.
Too many tourists. Graffiti. “Tip your slaves.” “Welcome to plastic Maui.”
Still more rainbows here than at home, but at a certain point are they seen in black and white?