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Character Dimensions in Inches: 2.75 x 2 x 4

The further into the woods you go, the more the air changes. It thickens with sweet, earthy scents, the freshness of the forest hovers in the air like perfumed clouds of pure nature. The smell of green and living clings to your clothes, you realize you haven't truly breathed until you have drawn a breath in the midst of a thick of trees in the middle of nowhere, miles from civilization.
The outside world, cars, noise, humanity fades away the further you go. The sounds deaden, the light changes, your footfall is absorbed by a mossy carpet, you're there amidst the raw power of nature. A trespasser, in this place you're outnumbered by the trees, the animals, the wild violets and clumps of mushrooms that spring up in perky little patches here and there.
A place like that will absorb your personality, yourself disappears, your eyes drink in world around you, the world no human created but exists anyway.
It's good to let it.
To find a spot, jewel green moss as soft and cushy as any mattress, a little inviting hollow between the trees. Sink down, cross legged, un-mindful of the damp ground, the green is sharper here, stronger, your weight on the moss releases a whole new burst of scent. Wet earth, pine, grass, life itself.
The trees shift and sigh in the wind, whispering branches rub against each other, pine needles rain down here and there, sun struggles to pierce the cover, arrowing through the empty spots in brilliant beams, illuminating little bits of forest floor.
Being still, the woods responds to that. The animals creep back, doing what they do before human interference. Birds chatter, rustle in the trees. Wind sweeps through catching dried bits of leaf and twig, tugging them across the moss in a swirling dance you might have missed if you hadn't sat, listened, watched.
Time passes, the sun moves across the sky, the angle of the light beams shift, illuminating new spots to study. Bright red mushroom caps blaze with shockingly red colour against the greens of the moss surrounding them. A little cluster of fungi, an arm's length away, tucked amongst the shadows of a giant pine until now, until you'd stayed long enough for the light to chase away those shadows.
It's breathtaking, a bit of wild magic, those mushrooms seeming to appear from nowhere. Darkness to light, gloom to colour.
It's worth getting lower, un-mindful of muddy knees, of pine needles that will cling to your clothes, it's worth laying on the moss, cushioning your chin on your arms and watching the little fungus world being revealed to you by a stray beam of sunlight.
See the way the flesh of those mushrooms glisten in the light. See the even smaller plant life around it, a miniature version of the giant forest you've tucked yourself in. Delicate grasses, moss of all shades, clumping together in tiny pillows, surround the gleaming white stems. Bright red caps dotted with white, friendly and foreign all at the same time.
This isn't the sort of nature you'll find at the corner of a parking lot on the well manicured bits of lawn and shrubs pruned to within an inch of their life. Those plants are tamed, this is real, wild.
If you let yourself dream, nose mere inches from the damp moss, eyes upon the shrooms, let time slip away, let the sweet intoxicating delirium of this untouched world take you over, you might even see more. See the tiny insects scuttling along, things to do, places to be. See the individual bits of moss, see how the thousands of tiny leaves, incredibly small, make up the mass of green, becoming a whole. The hints of dark earth beneath even that.
Let your cheek press against the ground, look up under the caps of those bright mushrooms, see the gills, the frilly skirts these sort wear, see it all. Perhaps, if you lay there long enough, still enough, you'll see the secret face of Amanita Muscaria staring back at you.

LOTS more photos than just the 5 Etsy allows can be seen on my Artuit site at:

Character Dimensions in Inches: 2.75 x 2 x 4

Mushroom Sculpture, Clump of Amanita Muscaria Mushrooms