Thought Pieces

I am travelling through Brazil. I am right here in paradise. Green in every shade: emerald, jade, lime, moss. The forests here don’t just grow; they thrive, climbing skyward with tangled fingers, full of birds that look like they’ve been hand-painted. I’ve tasted fruits I can barely pronounce, cupuaçu, acerola, jabuticaba, each one bursting with something sharp and…