“What can you read in the stars?” asks my host, Hawaiian navigator Kala Baybayan Tanaka. She’s sitting next to me and aiming her laser pointer above the lawn of the Four Seasons Resort Maui at Wailea, where she teaches guests to use the sky as a compass.
The night looks like a shimmering black sequin dress. I marvel not only at the number of stars but at the idea that each one could effectively double as a road sign on a highway that spans across the ocean. I shake my head; I can’t read much of anything in them.
