Lucid and relaxed, Widika carries herself in ease.
On the day of our photoshoot, she visited me at my house, all the way from Ubud on a rainy day.
She did not seem to worry with pretty much everything on that day; the dress, the earrings, the sand, the waves, the sky, and the pouring rain.
Her sunset was opaque, balmy, but nonetheless, it was hers.
(Spring 1 Recomposed by Max Richter: Vivaldi. Starts to play in the background)
(essence carried by the wind to the West where the Sun is still asleep)
Her hair was wet, her eyes reflecting the rain drops on the sea,
and her feet eloquently mapped the setting sun.