Sea Ranch, the North Sonoma Coast. California. Fall Equinox. 2012 – if the apocolyptians have it right and the world end on the Winter solstice, so be it. I was here, now/then and it is so hard to care. The whole places crushes you – crushes all the bad stuff – like a natural, cold wind…an imploding universe. Between the curtains of obnoxiously beaufitul light and the glimpses of wildlife, secreted in from cypress-fairy portals that make me want to shout: I believe! I believe! In what, I’m not sure.