One of the greatest joys of the last twelve months was the five weeks I spent on the road with just Kona. It was the first time in a long time I felt my creative self waking up, searching for something to write about. Perhaps it was waking up in a new place everyday, seeing the country from Kona’s eyes. On a road trip, there’s nothing but time and space to feel every single thought you’ve ever had. There’s no distractions, there’s no hiding from those deep down thoughts we push away daily. There’s nothing to do but sit within yourself. To truly be. And within that, that rawness, everything else fades away, every sunset, sleeping in the desert, building fires just her and I. Whatever it was, my morning cup of coffee on that trip with Kona is not something I’ll ever forget