Friday, 18 July 2008, 20:00.
In front of the Atlantis Bookstore. Sitting down to write and think, on the stone steps between the stone stoop of the stone building and the small cobblestones before the big flagstones of the sidewalk, I found a tiny friend, what looked like a single solitary plant that had popped out of the stony corner.
Upon further inspection, I saw that, actually, a luxurious growth of fat, furry, damp moss was flourishing between the small stones.
Small grasses and tiny flowering green miniplants grew among the moss. Easily surviving the many footsteps of the bookstore’s many shoppers and window-shoppers. I guess that’s what moss is good at.