This grass has been touched by the soles of sweet summer children. The blades bent low, trampled from play, baked in submission. That was hours ago and so much has passed across the glass and over the wires. The world you live in reshapes itself, a constant current of information. AI, banking, crypto. Those are the big three, but your mind is on animal software. The air is heavy, humidity a supple skin on the grass. Nature is a system of renewal, balanced in ways the lunacy of your pursuits c...