…it’s pitch black in there except for the warm yellow glow of the candles and the red-orange glow of the rocks. You lie on a wood bench a few inches high, your robe a pillow, the ground moist wood, and with that eucalyptus branch you splash water on yourself and on the stones. It was hot but amazing, the look was beautiful and the fragrance induced the most fanciful dreams.
…it’s pitch black in…
