"What art of waiting is practiced by the mosses, crisped and baking on the summer oak?  They curl inward upon themselves, as if suspended in daydreams.  And if mosses dream, I suspect they dream of rain...But most mosses are immune to death by drying...Even after forty years of dehydration in a musty specimen cabinet, mosses have been fully revived after a dunk in a Petri dish.  Mosses have a covenant with change; their destiny is linked to the vagaries of rain. They shrink and shrivel while carefully laying the groundwork of their own renewal."

Life attracts life