It’s cool today, overcast with snippets of blue still in view. It’s one of those days where you can easily lose track of time. Even now, in the early morning, it could be late afternoon.
From my balcony I can hear the cooing of pigeons, the distant crowing of roosters, and an assortment of other birds. It feels safe and cosy here, surrounded by a mix of foliage, mainly tall palm trees, with their skinny naked trunks reaching high into the sky. The palm fronds and coconuts are high above me, reaching toward the sky.
That reminds me, on our tour last week, our guide told us that death by falling coconut is the second biggest killer in Bali. Number one is road accident, two is falling coconut, and three is drowning. It’s strange what unusual information stays in my head.