The start forest has its real trees now: ponderosa pines with thick, cinnamon plated trunks and incense cedars with flat fan sprays, instead of one gray fir stretched to every size. The patches of sun under the canopy have sharp edges. The cedars stopped glowing, too: their needles were three times too bright and read lime green in the sun, and now they are a deep yellow green, which makes the forest a little darker and moodier.
The forest floor grows as well. Grass stands in clumps with bare needle litter between, small gray granite gravel lies half buried in the duff, plates of bark lie around the big pines, and the young trees between them are real little pines and cedars instead of pale flat shapes.
