Author Description

The meadow is quiet. Soon, fog will lift, and small creatures will begin to stir. For now, though, > "Everyone is alone > thinking, > *Everyone is gone > but me."* Like a house with many rooms, the meadow is a home for many different animals. Hidden in the tall grass, thick bushes, and nearby pond, they will spend a day hunting, resting, and making changes as the meadow changes around them. Within this busy world, turtle, who has lived one hundred years this day, will slowly wake. Nearby, just beneath the ground, small turtle will struggle to be born into the September morning above her.