I could smell earth and sunlight, and the air felt cool against my skin. Cool and fresh. Everything was so green, so vivid, so alive. I visited each greenhouse--one had orchids and carnivorous plants, and another had tray after tray of small sprouts. There were the succulents, the cacti, the fruit trees, the bonsai trees, the ferns, the palms. And I wanted it all; I wanted a jungle. I wanted a forest. A wild tangle of leaves and greenery--oh, I wanted it all. But instead, I settled for a four-dollar graptosedum and a promise that I would be back.