Every leaf, frond and branch glistened with moisture. Even the smell in the air was different. It was older, somehow. Not rotten, I don’t mean that. It just seemed to hold a memory of a time when the whole world must have been like this – untouched, unvisited, unknown. Unseen by scruffy loser teenagers like me. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before. It was strange. It was creepy. It was kind of beautiful.