A story about a human being's affinity to Nature and the meaning of living and dying in search of her secrets. By Carlos Rivero Blanco This brief essay is dedicated to the memory of Andy Field, to the Rancho Grande cloud Forest, a place I admire as being the essence of nature itself, and to the Henri Pittier National Park, where I was introduced to the secret life of the jungle when I was still very young. THE FOREST The fog, still thick and wet, prevented us from seeing the sunrise. It was still early and the outlines of the jungle barely sketched a subtle design on the still dark background. Relative humidity was 100 percent, and ... Why shouldn't it be? After all it was the month of August, during the wet season, when the cloud forest shows off to the visitor its maximum splendor. Because of this, my son and I had climbed the mountain and, at the break of day we wanted to feel it as our own. The forest, all disheveled, as though just getting up, sh