From Bali To Singapore
And back. Almost two months later I will leave the Island of Gods for the first time.
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning.
The streets are almost empty, numb with stillness and darkness.
I see unknown shapes in the distance, of tropical trees or local houses, I see shadows flying over the car and everything is so familiar. Compared to the night I arrived, it’s not raining now, it’s less wet and cooler, it’s clear and the Moon is full.
A perfectly round Moon watches over me from the right side of the sky and seems to assure me that something magical is about to happen.
But I don’t think too much about it.
I’m on my way to the airport. Almost two months later I will leave the Island of the Gods for the first time.
Is it weird that I already miss it?
Am I allowed to feel what I feel? Like am I leaving something behind? Although I’ll be back after a few hours.
I will return. Here…
- where my life took such a different path.
- where I felt at home from the first evening when I stepped out into that humid October air.
- where everything feels easy because I don’t think living should feel like a continuous effort to prove that I can be happy anywhere.
I can be grateful wherever the Universe wants me.
But the ultimate happiness, Ananda, which I feel through every pore is here. This is my happy place. At least for now.
I arrived at the airport.
And the sun stretches its bright arms over the runways, lighting the way for the planes that will take off today.
Soon I’ll be up in the air, in the clouds, flying into a new unknown. I love to fly, I love the blue silence, I love the time up there that seems to be measured differently.
And a little later, for the price of a few hours I’ll be in the Singapore airport, taking in the vibe of the crowds, the people while looking for boarding gates to new adventures, looking at the travelers with bright eyes, maybe even getting into conversations with some of them.
And when I have sufficiently „fed” myself with this new energy, I will put words into Letters from Singapore: Chapter 1 — The Airport . One, two – as many as they want.
Attraversiamo together towards Ananda through other countries,
S.
Letters from Bali
Thursday, 08.12.2022
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