Into the Woods

In the woods, everything is alive, everything is animate. I felt voyeuristic, privy to my own personal nature documentary. The wood-glowed golden orange yellow with the dominant beach trees. We found clumps of eyelash fungus and hundreds of fruiting bodies of our curious slime moulds. A clear glass eel wriggled around black hairs,. there was so much frass. Filaments waved like seaweed or tentacles, releasing fine gold dust into the air. There was a drop of molasses mite, an armoured crab mite, a mite made out of ultrasound gel. And then, well, I found my burning bush.