CLOSING MY EYES , THEN OPENING THEM AGAIN, AND I AM STILL HERE ,AT THIS WILD AND GREEN WEST COAST, THE SWORD FERNS AND DEER FERNS LINING THE PATHWAYS,LARGE HEMLOCK,CEDAR AND FIR, I CAN HEAR THE OCEAN ,THE SWELL, BREAKING AGAINST THE SHORE.     THE AIR IS FRESH, SO OVERPOWERING ,MY LUNGS FILL TO THE FULLEST WITH EVERY BREATH.    AN EAGLE CALLS OUT IN EARLY MORNING,DAWN BARELY BREAKING ,I CAN HEAR THE SURF, FAR AWAY, AS THE TIDE IS OUT.     IT IS QUIET, NO RAIN, NO WIND, THE LICHEN HANG LIMP FROM THE TREES, ONE OF THE MANY PEACEFUL COLORS OF GREEN.

BRIGHTEST OF GREEN, DEER FERN.