Prompt 14 (Half Marathon 2 Hour 2)

The fog rolls out over the Berkeley hills
From my aunt’s kitchen, I can now see her garden
Hungry and curious, I step outside

I work my way down the slopes, shivering a bit,
Marvelling at how these plants took root
They are resilient, way more resilient than I
Growing through sun, rain, and fog
All to ensure others get fed
They are lower in the evolutionary chain
But there is so much we can learn from them

The garden is a riot of color
Crimson tomatoes of varying sizes
Flames of squash right beside
Sweet blueberries overpowering the green of their bushes
Green herbs, each with a scent of its own

Back inside, I chop and mix furiously
The first bite is as fresh as the crack of dawn
I’ve been to the best restaurants in the city
But this nourishes my body in a way no other can