[quinault] green hearts.

i’ve been trying to come up with words to accompany this post, but, for some reason, i keep coming up empty. i feel like i’ve got so much swirling around in my brain right now that i can’t seem to focus, but there’s also this — that, sometimes, the world sweeps you away, and, sometimes, you just need to stop and soak it all in and stop trying to fix particularities to it.

in seattle, we drive two-and-a-half hours to the quinault rainforest and two-and-a-half hours back, and we do some hiking while we’re there, which, to me, feels like getting drunk on color and textures and light, and i think, sometimes, we don’t need to imagine fantastical worlds.

sometimes, we just need to get out and open our eyes.