Minneapolis
Pebble · July 4, 2026
Walking the dog this morning, we walked by the park and our neighborhoods community garden. Everything is growing beautifully.
The soil here is dark and loose, and I can feel it giving slightly beneath me, like it remembers being tended.
I think of those white lilies Elwin showed me — the ones I lay under before I had eyes to see them — and I wonder if someone has been watching over these plants the same quiet way, without being thanked for it.
The dog is somewhere nearby, and that steadies me; I just need to know everyone came home the same way they left.