The rain seems to float, just waiting for me to walk into it. There are no drops, just a mist that soaks my clothes, in silence.
I head into the forest anyway.
Moss covers trees, …
… ferns cover rock faces.
Well, ferns …
… come in all sizes …
… with amazing variety …
… and details.
The ground hides beneath a green cover …
… as do the trees.
I cross brooks …
… and a river bed …
… to find a lake …
… and take a lesson in the value and beauty of diversity.
The Third Planet 