The lighting is softer than the fibers of the muscles that vibrate when a cat purrs while it sleeps through a miraculous dream.
The camera plays your eyes kinder than perfectly clean.
it's hard to want to find focus at all.

So you lay in a field of grass in the Berkeley hills, you brought a blanket and a sandwich.

You read that this field was once full of deer and bear and elk.

And as you lay down and eat your sandwich you try to listen to the place that you are,
except before you got there.
You try...