Photographer: Jana Schuessler | Model: Stephanie Pekic | Location: Uluwatu, Bali, Indonesia | Essay: Cyan Leigh Dacasin
Imagine waking up one morning and getting on the flight of a lifetime, a 15-hour excursion to a tropical paradise that is picturesque, mystical, and more glorious in person than even the most stunning pictures and videos fail to do it justice.
Outside, you see wave after wave crash onto the pristine white sand bank, with each sound coming together as if whispering, “Welcome to Bali, your home away from home.”
Looking ahead yet you see nothing but the ocean stretched out. Which is a never-ending sight of blue that moves at its own pace, completely unbeholden to anyone or anything.
With each ray of sunlight slowly peering through the window as day breaks, your eyes slowly open in mere seconds you find yourself, getting out of bed, walking towards the door.
And for the first time, you’re seeing the sun rise on the other side of the world, with your hair being swept away from the nape of your neck, you look around, smelling the salt in the air.
With its fallen palm trees and lush greenery, you find yourself at ease. Because instead of a concrete jungle, you’re at one of the most beautiful places in the world, so far detached from everything you have ever known.
It makes you want to stay there forever, taking in the rugged beauty of a place that has been called as a magical island that has its own energy, one that can’t be understood easily.
With its temples weathering the test of time as the sun rises over Uluwatu’s dreamy landscape, your soul is open for a new year that is fresh with opportunities.
