Alone, Alone, All All Alone

Usually, clear skies and clean air prevail on Maui. Usually. Every now and then the trade winds die and emissions from the active volcano on the Big Island of Hawaii slowly build and spread -- until the horizon and other islands disappear. Almost like they were towed away in the middle of the night leaving us all alone hanging in the middle of nowhere.

This morning and all day yesterday the sulphur dioxide was so thick that even the mountain had vanished and we were floating alone in space. Except for the occasional oceangoing visitor.