The Rewilding

All it took was leaving it all behind

After Lord Musk’s rockets ferried us, we huddled under our domes forever looking back. Not toward our terraformed future, but back through the sandstorms at our blackened past.

“Granddad, it’s working!” “What’s working child?”

No… She’s grown now, not the child hungry for green earth stories. But in this moment her joy is rich with those memories

“The Rewilding!” “It cannot be.”

She held out her slate; screen blurry until his lenses corrected.

“I’ve not seen that color for decades.”

Green swept the hills the drone skimmed over. Tall trees swayed in the breeze reaching towards…

Blue, clear blue skies.

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