Day 18 Through The Dark

‎The car accelerates through a shoal of motorcycles like an indifferent shark through scattering minnows. Dark all around but for tail lights and head lights and small open fronted shops where men stoop over steaming late night snacks. The driver laughs when I ask about the traffic at this late hour. This is not traffic because we are moving! The air has a presence, a weight and a density, like fragrant water that we can breathe. Midnight arrival. Another continent. I sleep fitfully under large paintings and carved window frames. And then awake to Bali.