Thursday, June 5, 2025, 78.8* 0841 Sun
As if by magic under the cover of night, fully leafed a small oak stands among the ferns enjoying morning sun. Such a head of leaves; you’d think it would fall over. Was the acorn stashed for later? Was it shaken loose in a storm? Did a breeze start the acorn rolling until it could roll no more and came to rest beside a rock?
No matter your journey
you can flourish
where you’re rooted.
Art: LJ Austin
