Back from Bintan, baby!

I was taking a shower the other day and thought to myself: how wonderful it is to be perpetually tan, to glow gold and bright and to feel the heat of the sun washing your skin way after dark. I know, this is called cancer. But I love the tan-lines that trace around my body, a stark reminder of how alive I am.

And when I am in the wind, by water that defines turquoise, and sand so fine and fair that it threatens to swallow you whole, I want time to stop.