"What happens in a field at dusk?!" - I heart Huckabees

Santa Cruz was rainy and uneventful, on through SF and through the Napa Valley to Harbin Hotsprings. Magical. Forrested Valley with steaming pools, cottages, meditating figures and winding paths. I arrived late at night, stripped off my clothes and sank into the body temperature waters, forms floating, staring silently around me, some holding, bodyworking each other. Complete silence except for the moon's glow.

The next day on to Arcata, back to friends, just for a night, that turned into days.. finally saw -I heart Huckabees - amazing. getting closer to the bliss...