a paper cup of rainforest
Shall I try to capture my surroundings in a paper cup? The first sensation would be the heat pressing through the pads of your fingertips while you gingerly hold the burning, not-intended-for-hot-liquids cup. It's so immersive I'm going to mix metaphors - it climbs up onto your lap and demands an overly friendly and burdensome attention like that of a slobbering dog. He pants and grins exuberantly, his furry insistence that you and he are, in fact, bffs!! All things considered, it's WAY too close for comfort and absolutely impossible to miss! The color of the contents of that cup would be shimmering shades of green forest straight out of a technicolor fairy tale. The feathery plums of bamboo shoot up like fountains amidst the shorter shrubbery and taller multitude and variety of trees. The waxy, glossy leaves shine brightly like clustered-jade constellations in the canopy. Heat hits every surface. A soupy scent of vegetation and flowers and rot waft in and out - alte