I finally decided to go ahead and lie down on a bed of haircap moss. It was soft and supportive. When I turned over on my stomach I could smell the pine needles that were mixed in with the moss. I wanted to stay right there for a long time. It was cool and restful on a warm fall day. I find myself wondering if my obsession with information will ever again yield to poetry? Flushed two RUFFED GROUSE in the second meadow on my way back home.