Then she turns the noisy group silent with her inspired singing of a country-western song. After several hana hous and a standing ovation, she returns to to serving wine. It's odd to be on Molokai and still be able to watch the sun set behind Diamond Head. Oahu may be physically close, but culturally, socially, environmentally, it's quite distant. As daylight dwindles, downtown Honolulu glows in the night sky.
New sounds take over.
Cicadas and crickets echo. A lone bird warbles. A pueo scoots overhead. The wind, gentler now, creates a new song in the long grass. Somewhere in the forest there comes a plaintive, searching sound, then two, and still more.