stay gold

Emma Natter

raccoon wander

𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛

(via https://huang-jenny.com/)

The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t exist yet; its potential lives inside a tree you’ll never see in an orchard you’ll never see, will be touched by a certain number of water droplets before it reaches you, by certain angles of light, by a finite amount of bugs and dust motes and hands you’ll never know. The plum you are going to eat next summer will gather sugar, gather mass, will harden at its center so it can soften toward your mouth. The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t know you exist. The plum you are going to eat next summer is growing just for you.

694,000 miles later... returning from where no humans have ever gone before... welcome home artemis ii mission crew 💙