When Moss Traces Breath: Notes from Seattle's Rainforest 🌿🏟😅

As dusk descends, it drapes a moss - velvet blanket over the Hoh Rainforest 🌲. Pine needles dangle in the mist, fishing for moisture. The sporadic footsteps awaken lichens that have slumbered for three centuries. They climb up the spines of ferns, weaving greenness into the sky's capillaries 🌱. When the snow - capped peak of Mount Rainier brews honey in the clouds ❄️, Mirror Lake folds the entire universe into its ripples. The birch forests shake off their last bird chirps. Standing in the folds of melting glaciers, I catch the falling diamonds of time ⏳. Twilight spills over the volcanic - ash - paved coastline. The sound of the tide dries salt grains on the pebbles. When the wind, laden with the fragrance of fir trees, slips through my fingers, I suddenly understand. Seattle's silence is tangible - it's the moss devouring the tick - tock of clocks, it's the eternal dawn and dusk suspended in the mist 🌫️. 🌲 Location: Olympic National Park ❄️ Location: Mount Rainier National Park #Measure the World on Foot #The Word for the World is Forest #Seattle