Moss whispers

It’s like a tiny forest I wish I could enter, but I’m the giant. My feet are too large. I can only squat and hover, use my camera and my microscopic lens to get close, and then imagine what this miniature forest might be like to trek. 

I’d rather not think about being small might equal prey, but it’s a possibility. 

Right now though, I just want to listen to what the moss and lichen has to say and keep their honest advice close to my heart.

With love,