Day 339: Growing on the vertical face of rock, the parched sporophytes of a moss catch a drop of September's finest wine, the slanting golden light which creeps in amongst the evergreens. This dry environment does not toll the death-knell for the moss; rather it aids in its rebirth. The capsules at the tips of the thready stems are opened by August's temperatures and lack of humidity to scatter spores where September's first true rains may wash them into crevice and crack. There, these "seeds" of moss swell and germinate. September is the beginning of a life-cycle, not an end. September is a celebration, its light a banner of gold shimmering over an Earth weary of summer.
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