Kolea is my name and I am a golden plover. I make the long journey from Alaska to Hawaii, over the ocean, soaring above the mountains ranges, direct flight, no stops. Strong and sleek are my wings and I know the way straight and sure. My wings cut through the air like a sharp blade and I dip and turn to navigate the currents of air…like breathing.The ocean below with caps of white is enormous from my viewpoint. Miles and miles of wetness are below me as I make my way south to warm weather. The sky is broad and open, constantly changing as the sun rises and sets. Clouds float below and look like a place to land…but not for me. I have made this journey a few times before and do it becuase it is part of who I am. I do it without question because this is what I am made to do…it’s in my blood, bones and feathers. The destination is in sight…Hawaii. I can see the edge of the land that my heart knows. This is where I will land. It is my place.