Seasonal Migration Page

Linna smiled, her face a map of wrinkles and river-like lines. “The sap will rise. The geese will return. And so will we. That’s what it means to be of the green wave, little one. Not just to move, but to know why we move. The earth turns. The seasons change. And we are the part of the world that remembers.”

Mira sat with her grandmother, leaning against her shoulder. The baby was asleep in the lodge. Ren was across the fire, laughing with the scouts. seasonal migration

“Do we have to go back north in the spring?” Mira asked quietly. Linna smiled, her face a map of wrinkles

Mira nodded, pulling the knot tight. “Last time, I dreamed of the faces in the stones.” little one. Not just to move