1.
God wanted to use the dry brush tonight.

2.
M pulls me, lazy and protesting, out of the room and onto the balcony. it is chilly and quiet in the Canggu night.
listen.
there is a faraway roaring in the air, like thunder but not quite, filling the black dome of stars around our village.
it is the sound of the ocean.
the sound of the ocean washed over my heart.

3.
i am creating another life. mysterious, spartan, but above all, new and better.