Day 25: Feb 25
Dark brown earth moves gently, as if the ground is quietly yawning. Specks of dirt slide away and a tiny mound rises an inch off the bare ground. Slowly — slowly — slowly — a tuft of green peeks through. Translucent and shimmery like a glass emerald moon, but still too young to be anything but an awkward pine-lime shade, the tuft’s fledging leaves expand toward the overcast sky. Fragile but with a seed whose roots run deep, it softly sings for joy.
I have renewed these in lieu of the Refugee Ban in the USA. Inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I am writing every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can donate here or please spread the word. Thank you.