There are so many friends I’d like you to meet. Some have feathers. Some have fins. Some bloom for only a few weeks each year. These are their letters.
From Blue, your planet
Mailed from Nairobi · 1°17′S, 36°49′E
Dear Reader,
You’ve met a few of my friends already.
The roller perched on an acacia branch.
The whale shark cruising through warm oceans.
The baobab keeping time in the savanna.
I suppose it’s only fair I introduce myself too.
My name is Blue. You might know me as Earth.
Home.
Birds eat ticks and parasites off buffalo’s skin in exchange for transportation
Elephants talk in low rumbles that travel through the ground for miles.
I’ve spent billions of years collecting stories, and lately I’ve worried that some of them are being forgotten before they’re ever told.
So I’m writing them down.
One letter at a time.
I’m glad you’re here.
Leave your forwarding address.
A letter every few weeks, from forests, oceans, and the scientists trying to understand them. Always from Blue.
ClickTap where in the world your letters should land
Perhaps from a forest, a mountain, or somewhere neither of us has thought to look yet.
Sincerely,
Blue
Mailed from Nairobi · 1°17′S, 36°49′E
