On my left sits the loft, right on the bend of a windy lane that twirls itself into this side of Bali. The lane began likely in a small little town on a hill in Ubud, maybe?
It finds its way here to me. Bringing along first a van, then a motor, then a lady on a bicycle. a string of tourists who own the land with their grazing hours and intoxicated days. wait, a horse pull-ed carriage swings by...as the lady 10 feet away takes a swipe at insects feasting on her padi fields. this is my hour in bali.