Someone Forgot to Talk to the Moss

As a child, I recall going on walks with my Papa along the trails of the Pacific Spirit Park . It doesn't occur to me that he was a man of many words on those walks, though it could also be the loose memories of that young child growing into a middle-aged man. Yet during one of those many walks, I recall him telling me once that if I were to ever find myself lost from him to look at the moss on…