A cluster of women laughing under the Jamaican sun, their vibrant headwraps and tie-dye dresses mirroring the kaleidoscope of reggae flags fluttering behind them. One leans back, eyes half-closed as she exhales a slow curl of ganja smoke that mingles with the hazy golden light, another passes a hand-rolled spliff, her fingers stained with henna while a third tilts her face skyward, dreadlocks spilling over her shoulders as the bassline pulses through the crowded festival grounds. Sweat glistens on their skin like scattered jewels.