First entry of the Journal
After only one visit to this age I am already astounded by its variety. Though I intellectually understood what this age would contain, I couldn't have imagined its beauty. I couldn't have imagined the delightful dance that is reenacted every day as almost all of the organic and inorganic objects on this island respond to the light of the sun or the change in temperature. The trees alone have held me spellbound. At night they bend their soft, thin trunks, lying across the landscape and hills, looking like so many serpents sleeping under the light of the moon. When morning arrives they begin to move: to twist, to lift, to pull themselves toward the light of the rising sun. The forest literally rises up out of the dim landscape, lifting thousands of branches and broad, thick leaves high above the ground. And then, as the trees warm, their pale blue color begins to change to green, as the new color spreads throughout the length of their graceful trunks. As noon approaches, the green becomes a yellow-orange.
I can hardly suppress my excitement! What treasures are waiting for me here!