Travel day. Cotton candy sunrise. The whole back seat of the car to myself, that’s nice. Out the window, seen between jumbled warungs, a beach, west coast of Bali, beige-black pebbled sand, pale surf. Hazy. Rumbling, growling, belching of trucks. Bob Dylan//Desire on car speakers, not even my choice, good music for moving. E. plays air violin in the front seat, chats with G., who drives. Sun climbs, blue deepens, shadows turn solid. We make progress toward the ferry at Gilimanuk.
