Bali was so quiet in the morning; just a few motorbikes and taxis drove slowly on the road. We heard The Woodland tracks by The Paper Kites played through my phone in the car; didn’t do much talking because we were all still a little bit sleepy.
I bet everyone had a wish to touch the clouds when we’re just a kid. I used to dream to float around upon the skies, sit on the clouds while waiting for the sun to set; staring at the skies changing its colors