I live in one. It rains a lot. This can be quite depressing.


Oh but the smell of earth and moss heavy and heady, the sun struggling through the canopy, the jewel green moted light filtered in, the massive rotting trunks of decaying stumps with tenacious seedlings sending their roots over and around, struggling for purchase on a collapsing foundation, the ferns that grab every shaft of light and collect the drops of moisture, the exhilaration that binds your soul and stores such delight in your memory forever...