And as I followed her, in this way, past the flowergardens, I realized that her movements were similar to mine, that she, too, was trying to protect something fragile, something that might fall and shatter into pieces, and that needed thus to be led toward a place where it could settle gently, something that she could not touch but could only guide with her gestures: the moon.
The next Challenge, which kicked off last week, is tackling urban agriculture, a radical approach to growing our food inside our cities (think more skyscraper farms than flower box herb gardens, although the project will address both).