Tomales Bay

The women drink from a box of white wine, in celebration of being left alone to become goddesses.

And the men are happy too, realizing that it's not in their best interests to fight all the time.

The past, present, and future are all out in west Marin practicing, wearing no make-up, not trying to have the upper hand, the last word, the only say, and look free to just be themselves without thinking what that means.

So what's next?

Nobody knows, but the consensus among the small group walking on the beach at low tide is that we'd each give our whole life to live the way we're feeling now.