8:175) Hope O'Keeffe 21-APR-98 16:57
Grounded, I wriggle my toes deep into the rich brown earth, spreading them through its warm clumps. Tentatively at first, I thread roots through the topsoil and then the subsoil, twine around rocks, explore the dark crevices. Invisibly, I send out a network of capillaries, gather in the sweet water. How parched I was!