"Down in the Hoh Rain Forest on the Olympic Peninsula, communing with this huge tree just a few dozen yards down the path from the parking lot. . . . It's been there for maybe half a millennium or maybe longer, and when I'm there, I feel that I'm in the presence of something old and wise. Somehow, I think it knows I'm there—but relative to it, I'm sort of transitory, like the birds that light for a few moments on its branches, then fly off again, or the squirrels that skitter up and down its huge trunk. That's when I feel how ephemeral human life is—and when I would like to live forever. " Don Firth

Lovely.