I had taken my dog for his morning walk and stepped into a grassy area he likes to go. When I turned I looked down and saw my foot had trampled the grass below. Knocking it I crushed both its spirit and its notion of what is.
As I stood there waiting for my dog to get done, I watched after it received its blow. Soon in time, I noticed it slowly and… ever so carefully began to unfold. Slow at first but gaining momentum as it rose. Moment by moment it rose upon itself.
Although a little crooked now, having been crushed by the weight of its world, I swear it stood taller then it did before; maybe not as straight as it once did but certainly taller.