Forest in the mist

When I imagine myself in such a forest, my mind calms down, as if it were meditation. I smell damp soil and pine needles. I remember how much time I spent in such places when I was a student and we set up camp with tents in a mountain forest in front of a cliff. By noon the cloud was rising up the slope towards us and for half a day or even a whole day in August we could remain in the fog.