The warm air kissing my skin, a gentle breeze gently nudging my hair, carrying on it the sound of rolling waves and the odd tinkle of a cowbell in the distance. The faint smell of incense – a morning greeting to the gods. A vision of vivid colour and lush, floral life against a backdrop of a sun streaked sky blending effortlessly into the endless Indian ocean. A moment of clarity and understanding. Good morning, Bali. I can feel you.