We throw our bodies into the waves as the sun disappears into a hazy grey-purple hue of low-lying clouds.
She is sparkling and shining in this moment when neither the sun nor the moon illuminates the sky. She is glowing from the inside. She is Ali. Alison Coles, in all her glorious beauty.
The water is warm and we dive under the waves as they come.
I feel at home beneath the sea foam, here in the near-dark, here with this soul sister.
Sisterhood is indescribable. When it clicks, it fucking clicks and the magic comes swirling.
To share a glance and know exactly what your sister is thinking, how she’s feeling. That’s magic.
And that’s my last night in Sri Lanka.