So I was kissing spruce on the rugged, ancient path. Trying to find my footing with a mouth full of conifer. Deciding this was the taste of green, were it to have a flavor. With an extra hint of brine given the inescapable ocean always industrious down below. Taking in the landscape with my eyes and my mouth.

Her words let me dream about a place in the intervening years. It got me to buy plane tickets and say yes and put my feet on a piece of earth I wouldn't have otherwise.