Urban Sprawl

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Photo prompt © Nancy Richy

 

The day the sun returned, the roots found joy.

It’s been an endless dreary time, asleep under the solitary plant light in the basement, curled in, unwilling to release new leaf into confinement.

Then came the roiling movement, the rumbling monster that made Earth wobble under ground. A quaking that woke ancient worries, but also a forgotten hope.

For new space can manifest after the earth moves.

New like this sill. This glorious comfy ledge. This daily warm caress.

The tendrils leapt, crept, grown. They found a mirror – of themselves – reflected in the glass.

A happy urban sprawl.

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

20 thoughts on “Urban Sprawl”

  9. Na’ama Y’karah,

    It’s grand to see you back here with your lovely writing.

    I tried one year to keep my basil plants growing in the basement with grow lights. To know avail.

    I love your plant’s personality. It just needed company.

    חג פסח שמח

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Thanks, Rochelle, it’s been a roller coaster, for sure. And I’m now appendixless, too. So that happened, and set me back a bit, along with a bit of unexpected drama. But … glad to pop in and join in, and I’m all with your basil plants – they aren’t meant for basements, even if their pot-like distant cousins have found a way to adapt … 😉 Yep, that plant just needed a change of scenery, and some real sunlight. Like the most of us, once in a while … and none of us can thrive alone, underground, away from sunlight and loved ones’ arms.
      Here’s to finding freedom and friendship,
      Na’ama

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