There is an actual wind today on the Bali Hyatt Beach, something I have only rarely seen in the past 37 days. The wind is warm, but carries along the impression of having a cooling effect, especially if you have just come out of the water, which itself is warm as well. At low tide the water is no more than knee deep as far out as you can walk without reaching the faraway white trim of the breakers. The sandy ocean floor ends quickly and you find yourself treading through a forest of seaweed, a thing that I personally find unpleasant.
So you sit in the shade instead, and maybe read a book, maybe write, maybe fall asleep and dream other dreams, for dreams never die as long as you live, they just get farther away. You sleep, you dream, you rest, you awake, and finally one day you reach the distant white that dances atop the deep of the Indian sea.