"Lesson one, Leo," she said, tapping a fingernail on a sparkly cluster of crystals. "This is the beginning."
"Okay," Leo said, his voice soft. He picked up the pebble he had kicked earlier and turned it over in his palm. It was a piece of the grey granite, veined with pink. "So this little rock… it’s been through everything ." geology 1
She put the pebble in his pocket. "Lesson one complete. Next week: volcanoes." "Lesson one, Leo," she said, tapping a fingernail
She traced the pink vein. "But the world doesn't like staying still. Pressure built. The ground cracked. And a second fiery soup, different from the first, squeezed into the cracks like toothpaste. It cooled faster, making this fine pink ribbon. That's Geology 1, Leo: Fire makes rock. Time shapes it. " It was a piece of the grey granite, veined with pink