I love moss.
I was so excited to post a photo of green and grey this very day but NO! I left my camera elsewhere and won't be able to retrieve it until tomorrow so now I will force you to stare at this pile of snowy logs. STARE AT IT. I am in Portland, Oregon. Yesterday it was a full 50°C (58°F) warmer here than in Yellowknife. Isn't that crazy? I live in that cold place! How do I do it, you might ask? Piles of steaming tea, big mittens and you could do it, too.
Much better. These photos are three years old but oh it describes to you the mossy fix I've been getting here. It reminds me of the best sleep I ever had which was upon a bed of moss on an island in the ocean. No tent, just a sleeping bag in the open air on the turfiest, spongiest, densest, mossiest mattress you could imagine. Ack! it was beautiful. Waking up that way is better than espresso, hands down and a foot. I would give up coffee forever if I could sleep outside every day for the rest of my life, however there are one or two things standing in my way from living out this desire, ie. living a few miles south of the Arctic.
I should really learn to set realistic goals.