She was ready, suitcase in hand, yarn in her bag. They said it would be a long trip. Therefore, she brought her knitting to keep herself occupied. She was one of the chosen ones and was excited to leave the remote desert. The land of her ancestors had not influenced her to stay with its red rocks, desert marigolds, and endless horizons falsely giving hope that success was just beyond the other side. Mars was the place of hopes and dreams.
A fortune to be had.
Everyone has the chance to make it there than anywhere. She placed her palm on the dirt for one last time. A simple goodbye. No tears. No fear. Her head was in the stars.
Time to grow.
Photo via “Brain,” by Daniela Edburg. (Daniela Edburg/Art Museum of the Americas)
