dreaming of moss and water

Lots of dreams of nature and traveling through it last night; huge night skies full of stars, green forest trails deeply columned by birch, watery verges and thick rolling carpets of moss, back roads and bent trails and unexpected hot springs on tiered terraces...

I think I'm feeling the lack of green, of rain, of windows in my loft, and of any significant outside time. At least I get some beach and canyon time in a couple of weeks. I may sleep out on my mom's porch.