Just dug out my Portugal photos, saw this one from Mateus Palace. Moss, nature's velvet. I looked for a quote from my favorite philosopher, Heraclitus, to pair with this, but couldn't find the one I wanted. Something about nature being always in a state of becoming. The quote may have passed out of existence, or more happily, transformed into something else, a sporophyte, maybe. Even Heraclitus must change.
