I like baths so hot I emerge pinked and thirsty. And I cannot do without bubbles. There is something soothing about bubbles, and hopeful, and modest—aren't they what we use in movies to hide the naked body that must surely be submerged there. The cloudlike texture, the iridescence, like Iris bringing peace and divine messages. One can believe, while soaking, the gods might find it a good time for a chat. When else are you still and quiet enough to hear them?