October 2021

Fresh pine and dust in the wind with a touch of flowers and sage and the faraway glimmer of Lake Alpine. We’ve risen above most of everything and all of civilization has abandoned us. A hawk soars in the thin air. I think I am that hawk. I kick over a rock and dirt enters my shoe. The smell of trees never fades. Julia Marcus, 13Culver City, CA

It must be so lonely to be a clock in the middle of the night hanging on the wall steadily ticking through the darkness with no one awake to ask: What time is it? even though you will be able to say just the same. Julia Marcus, 13 Culver City, CA