“Night falls early in this place. Above the canopy, birds wheel
and glide in the sunlight while below the wet air rises from the
earth. Fig trees tower above, their tangle of roots reaching into
the piles of skeleton leaves below. Moss and lichen adorn every
surface and the green air is alive with the sounds of small birds
and flowing water. I stop and breathe the earth in this place of
rain and shadow”.
