Some months ago, while wandering through Serra do Buçaco (Portugal), I came across an ancient forest dominated by large-leaved mock privets several meters tall, certainly many decades old.
It was a clear day and the sun was shining. The light entered the forest and created a mosaic of lights and shadows that marvelled me. The trunks, sometimes dark, sometimes green due to the mosses that covered them, zigzagged towards the sky and touched or overlapped each other. The atmosphere was one of great calm and introspection. It seemed I was inside a magical and sacred forest.
