Moss. The word itself is satisfying enough to warrant a like for the stuff. I long for a garden

of Eden, and I wish moss to be its star. I imagine it cushioning the floor, climbing branches,
and covering stones. Until I have my garden I'll settle for this..though its not really settling
because this is rad..

This place calls to me. I will not be able to resist its beauty for long.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” -Mark Twain