I was paddling around Oceania in a kayak with David Attenborough and a nature photographer. I saw a tiny island, about two feet in diameter, a miniature of the side strip in the garden–there were stiff bristles of half-dying green onions, yellowed at the tops, and tiny sprouts of new bright green grass, and other little sprouts and shrubs–but as the light struck the tiny island it became incredibly beautiful, shining green and gold and gray in the slightly misty ocean light. I told the photographer to take a picture and a wide, joyful smile spread over David Attenborough’s face; they were both incredibly pleased that I had noticed this tiny jewel.
There were tropical forests on another nearby, normal-sized island.