007 – wet behind the ears

I feel attracted to water – the sea, the running stream, the still lake, the swamp, the bog, the rain, the fog.

After it rains, if it’s not all too miserable, I like walking in the bush. It’s not the walking part – although that’s ok, it’s the frenzy of fragrances that rise up – the smell of horopito, kawakawa, of ferns, of leaf litter, fungus and lichen.

Moist.

Silent.

And yet deafening in the droplets of rain.

Look – moss! I’ve seen moss as thick as the width of your hand and even more beautifully green than the finest velvet. Deep green moss, with diamonds of rain drops – reflecting a world fascinated only with reflecting – unlike our world which only lives to absorb and be self absorbed.

 

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