It was not merely mossy; it throbbed with moss. It was not merely green; it was frantically green. It was so bright in its verdure that the colour nearly spoke, as though – smashing through the world of sight – it wanted to migrate into the world of sound. The moss was a thick, living pelt, transforming every rock surface into a mythical sleeping beast.
~ Elizabeth Gilbert from The Signature of All Things
I wonder if anyone gets as excited about great mossy boulders as me, Elizabeth Gilbert and Alma Whittaker.