Many minutes had gone by. It started raining again and more water touched and seeped into the moss bed. I remembered to go about my day, which seemed a bit absurd, if not insignificant in front of a moss bed. This, then, is the first lesson that moss taught me: [you can touch Time. Not our human time, not even mammal time, but Earth Time.] Hours later, when I returned from my chores in the city, the sporophytes were still there, still holding water. Can someone please explain the sentence between [..]