But it's all become a constant for us - life with the steam, the sulfur, the hissing and the rumbles. What would we do if it suddenly stopped - besides breathe a deep sigh of pleasant -sulfur-free relief? We'd probably worry. I like that she's always letting off steam. I like the reminder that this rock I call home is HOT. And angry, and dynamic, and so full of herself that she just might do something showy.
But then again, I don't live in Puna . . .
