By: Jaclynn Kay
The crickets tune their bows for their nightly symphony. A Great Coucal’s hoo hoo hoo rings out creating polyphony. The ocean breeze blows into Villa Suralai through floor-to-ceiling windows that have been rolled back. The heat rises to the top of the pitched roof. Only a gentle humidity remains from the sun soaked day. Suralai is perched at the top of a hill just 4 km (2.5 miles) away from Bophut Beach. The villa’s infinity pool faces the turquoise sea which is dotted with the mossy green of an archipelago. The flames of the candles sway in their ivory column of wax on ribbed pillars and a faux walnut credenza. I sit in a low backed couch the color of an elk’s tongue. Something sweet, like Plumeria, threads through the wind’s current. I take a deep breath in and feel intoxicated with the sight and smell of Koh Samui. Night swallows the dusk. Birds tuck into their nests. Only the symphony of crickets remains. It’s time for bed. Yoga begins at sunrise.