We took a stroll in the forest under a light rain. It was very peaceful to leave behind us the city noise and listen only to the drops. Because it is Oregon, you expect beautiful scenery and a lot of green everywhere. I recall joking explaining my friends back in Paris that if you stay still more than five minutes, moss will grow on you. Seeing bright green moss all over the place in the mist made me smile. It really grows everywhere, even on unexpected tree branches.
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