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The seeds emerged in less than a week.
The room is heated. The soil does not truly know February; beyond the window, winter still lingers, but inside, growth has already begun. The pots have filled with slender stems, slightly too long for their age, as if warmth had persuaded them that spring had already arrived.
The light, however, carries nothing of spring. It comes late, low, oblique, crossing the room without insistence. It illuminates, but it does not yet support. The stems lean toward it with a fragile urgency. They have grown quickly. They are still learning how to stand.
I move the trays closer to the glass. I turn them slightly. I am not adjusting growth itself, but its orientation. Heat triggered the movement; light will decide the formches.
This contrast holds my attention. One can provoke an early emergence. One can accelerate the beginning. But what brings something out of the soil is not necessarily what will give it stability.
The stems will keep growing. The question is no longer whether they rise, but how they will hold.
In winter, growth can be hastened.
Orientation cannot.
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