Anxiety amongst those in attendance produced a murmur that settled for conversation. Each sound within the crater catalogued, each movement a reason to gasp or wonder. Each drop of water on your face a reminder of the rain that never seems to stop.
When the flow settles, it deposits a wealth of mineral, gas, soil & possibility. As you stand in the lava field, noticing the small tree here, the colony of plants there you have a fuller understanding of what Darwin had to say.
Nestled within the fronds they fulfill their life mission. The seeds within the green encasement each hour moving to fulfillment, the prospect that they shall be the one that finds its place to live its life, not cast upon the wind to become a predator's digestion.
Hawaii compels you to slow down. Where it is the weather, the local culture or the desire to find those moments where stress is not a motivator that allows one to slow down, discover the hidden mystery of the emerging hibiscus. In its primal colors, the majesty seems to be multiplied.
The crowds would ebb & flow. Dashing outside the Jagger Museum for a photo or two, then back inside to escape the thickening mist/rain. Murmured conversations as the gathered await the next event or the moment of their scheduled departure.
Wind shifts, clouds reform and the rainbow appears. It is a sign that there will be a brighter tomorrow, but for the moment the earth mother is releasing her excess. The volcanologists have no clue where the next vent will form, the next fissure, how long the eruption will go on or if there may be yet a larger eruption still. It is the promise that the locals live for.
Fortified with fresh rock crumbling into its floor, the vent presses its glow into the night. On this night the vent floor was approximately 700 feet beneath the floor of the crater. The plumes of ash/soot/smoke/fine glass strands ejected, collected and some becoming part of a re cycling that goes on continually within the volcano, its vents and lava.