A page out of my travel journal

Blue skies. Infinite blue ocean tipped with white foam. Sounds of gulls calling overhead, shouting over the crashing waves.  The salty tang of the ocean breeze. The furious whip of the wind when you stand on the cliff of your choice, watching the clouds glide carelessly in the infinite blue. Bouncy sands, its grains slipping between your toes.

Feeling your skirts flapping against your thighs. Watching the last orange rays sink into the horizon, the darkness swallowing the whole night. Watching the first star twinkle. Standing beneath a powerful shower, allowing the hard water to pound on you and crush everything away.

Lazy naps on plump cushions, snuggled away from the sun. The smell of jasmine. The gorgeous lapping of water harmonised with the chirps of birds and croaking of frogs.

There is always a way to escape the world and in the beautiful island of Bali, I emerge from the shades of my old self - reborn and brand new.