Small Things

but I carried your letters all the while. - Iron & Wine

deep in the forest, beneath the moss-dripping trees I found myself, lost my heart. 

I don’t think I will ever stop being grateful I went to college in this forest. 

The Hoh Rainforest, WA
Today the weather is so beautiful in Manhattan, I wish I could go for a hike to a swimming hole, but of course there is no such thing as a hike to a swimming hole in Manhattan.

Deep in the forest, in the shadow of the trees.

I miss the summer light, like the reflection of a buttercup beneath your chin, the warmest yellow glow, in the forest, in the town I once lived in. In a place so different, so very far, from here. 
Olympia, WA 

Uncurling fiddleheads, Quinault rainforest, Washington

One of the first places I had to return to when I visited Olympia in June was the Watchtower. That forest is magic. 

The first thing that strikes you upon entering Washington to the east is the dry, bareness of it’s desert, stretching out endlessly in hills and meadows of empty red-browness all the way to the mountains. But the first thing that strikes you, that assaults you, really, when you arrive on the western side of the cascades, is the incredible lushness of everything. In western Washington everything is always growing.