how the eye can betray; the soft green moss looks so inviting, so soft. like made for a night under the thousands of stars, under the nordic lights. like a night to weave a story like the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy*. but in fact it’s damp and cold, sadly enough. shame.
*the guide, as i remember it, was conveyed to douglas adams in a field outside innsbruck, austria, looking at the stars. probably warmer than here. a lot of good come from looking at stars!