January 31: Dreams of moss

[neverspent]

In the short British television series Bob & Rose, there's a scene in which a character visits another character's flat for the first time and discovers moss growing on her windowsill. On the inside of the windowsill. The idea, I think, is supposed to be that the woman who lives there is so untidy that unwelcome things are actually growing in her house. But I got something else from it. I live in a climate that can get quite hot, and when it's hot it is sometimes dry. To me, moss represents lushness. Moisture, shade, soft darkness, the greenest green, things you long for in August. I'd love to have a stone bathroom with jungle plants and moss on the windowsill. Bathing in a forest? Yes please!