Last week in Waikiki, while I was parked in front of a drab apartment, I waited for my wife to complete a transaction with a seamstress next door. At first, I was bored. I had left my novel at home, and nothing on the car radio appealed to me. But when I looked to my right, I was heartened. Vegetation flourished beside a blocked entry to the apartment complex. Two tightly wrapped bookended palm trees jutted out high above the roof. A few eerie grey spiked plants and a couple of thriving green and orange bushes punctuated the area between the palm trees.
In greater Honolulu, no matter how grubby the cityscape may be, there is always surrounding foliage to delight in.