Hope
by Megan Atthowe
Art by Nicole Irene
The empty spaces of fossils where trilobites once were. A glint of quartz in a field of sandstone. Smoke lingering in hair. The opalescent layers of a seashell that brighten when wet. Pebbles gathered at the base of a tree, moss grown lush but one-sided on its trunk. Lichen that clings in the most inhospitable of places. Grass pressed into hollows where deer once lay.