Ancient sloped rice terraces dry by summers' heat shadow the mountain side. Boats painted like Candy colored wrappers sit idle by the beach waves laced touch, silent in the sun. Balinese children walk hands raised high in the air holding handmade crafts to sell, a gentle touch on your arm, like a soft leaf falling down on you in the wind, "Good Price." Brown stained teeth smile with salt dried sea fishermen's lips. Bright as the sun and as wide as the sea. It made the bright blue sky bluer. Streaks of white hair saintly against brown aged skin rocks back and forth in his thin tight arms, a new born baby, singing ancient lullabies mesmorizing chant past the barks of dogs and sharp calls of roosters. I look up and smile and nod. Stand transfixed. Stranded in my step looking past the tree leaves seeing an arm movement back and forth, tiny thighs and feet dangling like fruit on a windy day. Pass the rooster picking the remaining rice from the day's offering, pass the women cutting the long sharp grasses showing "a new green for the day" filled with rice hulls, pass the bamboo structure holding pounds of cement and rock for a new temple, pass sun bleached coins falling on the road under palm trees, pass local kids playing a good game of futbol, pass a bright smile teeth wide eyed, Hullo!, pass a deep down deep look staring at my foreigness, rich white skin, pass my grandmother carrying water up a steep incline watching my surprised look as I pass by, pass elegantly dressed people walking on the narrow road to the cremation ceremony, pass giant rice terrace staircases leading and hugging the mountainside, pass cloud covered mountain tops in the distance wind, pass patching tamerind and coconut drying on the roadside, pass clusters of local villagers conversing and the singing and carving boats out of wood, pass children hovering over a well, with echoes in their voices, pass villagers washing their clothes in the canals, pass the sweet kisses I give my honey, pass zoning moments on the changing color of the horizon, pass little piglets snorting and suckling from their mother, pass the night shimmering stars and boats lights slowly moving on the night's horizon to their next fish catch, deep dark ocean, pass the dogs scratching their hairless patches eyes relieving from small moments of ecstasy, pass the puffs of clove smoke and insence burning finding their roads to float on and pass into people's noses like migrating ducks and geese v formayion in the sky, and chickens crossing roads.