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The potential of green hydrogen and its possible applications
The potential of green hydrogen and its possible applications represents one of the most compelling narratives in today's renewable energy landscape. This clean energy carrier, produced through the electrolysis of water powered by renewable sources like wind, solar, or hydroelectric energy, stands apart from its conventional counterparts through one defining characteristic: zero carbon emissions during production.
By Stanislav Kondrashov4 months ago in Earth
Supermoons in the U.S.
In the crisp evening air of early October 2025, millions of Americans stepped outside, gazing upward in awe. The moon—bright, immense, and glowing with an almost surreal brilliance—hung low on the horizon, casting silver reflections across oceans, lakes, and rooftops. It was the beginning of an extraordinary celestial sequence: four consecutive supermoons that would illuminate the skies over the United States from October through January, a phenomenon unseen for decades.
By [email protected]4 months ago in Earth
Light of the Horizon
Nestled between rolling green hills and the edge of a crystal-blue lake lay the village of Liora—a place so quiet, many maps forgot it existed. Yet, for those who found it, Liora was unforgettable. No one rushed in Liora. Morning began not with alarms but with the sound of birdsong and the smell of warm bread baking. Children played barefoot in dewy fields, their laughter echoing through the valley. The sky always seemed a little bluer, and the air carried the scent of lavender and hope. It was in this village that Maren arrived one autumn morning, a traveler in search of something she couldn’t quite name. She had left the noise of the city behind—its honking cars, endless screens, and hurried footsteps—and followed a hand-drawn map given to her by an old woman on a train. “Go there,” the woman had whispered. “They still remember how to live.” Maren didn’t expect much. Perhaps a quaint stop, a few photo opportunities, maybe some fresh bread. But as she stepped off the small bus that only came twice a week, something shifted. The air seemed lighter here, the kind that made you breathe a little deeper without realizing it. An elderly man named Elias greeted her at the village square. He had a beard like soft wool and eyes that had seen decades of peace. “Welcome to Liora,” he said, his voice like river stones. “Here, we live by the rhythm of kindness.” Maren smiled politely, not yet understanding. But she stayed. Each day, she watched. A child, no more than five, helped her grandmother water plants in mismatched pots. A group of teenagers repaired a neighbor’s broken fence without being asked. There were no locks on doors, no loudspeakers, no stress. When someone was ill, food appeared on their porch. When someone grieved, the village walked silently with them to the lake, candles in hand. No one was rich in Liora—not in money. But in time, in community, in joy—they were wealthy beyond measure. It wasn’t long before Maren began to change. She found herself waking with the sun, baking bread with the village baker, singing songs in languages she didn’t know. She painted for the first time in years, her fingers smudged with color. Her shoulders, once heavy with unspoken worries, relaxed. One evening, she sat by the lake as the sun melted into the water. Next to her was Anya, a girl of about ten, drawing in the dirt with a stick. “Do you like it here?” Anya asked, not looking up. “I do,” Maren replied. “It’s… peaceful.” Anya grinned. “That’s because we choose peace. Every day.” Maren looked at her, surprised. “You choose it?” “Of course,” Anya said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Kindness doesn’t just happen. We plant it, like seeds.” That night, those words stayed with Maren. Months passed. The villagers began calling her one of their own. She had found what she didn’t know she was seeking—not just peace, but a way of being. A reminder that goodness wasn’t a rare miracle, but a choice made in every small act. When she finally left, she didn’t feel like she was leaving something behind—but carrying something forward. She knew the world outside Liora was louder, harder. But she also knew something else now: that goodness, once seen, can’t be unseen. That peace, once planted, can grow anywhere. Even in the busiest cities. Even in the darkest times. And so, Maren drew her own map—simple, hand-drawn, with a note on the bottom that read: “Go here. They still remember how to live.”
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Earth
Friends of Monarch Butterflies
The other day, my friend Shay came over, and after our usual chit-chat, I took him for a short walk around the neighborhood. As soon as we stepped outside, I pointed to the house next door and said, “That’s Alyssa’s place. She doesn’t live here anymore, but she visits sometimes. She taught me a lot about milkweed and monarch butterflies.” It was a mix of truth, joy, and sadness—I haven’t seen Alyssa in a long time since she moved out of her mom’s house(the house next door), but she visits sometimes. Yes, it’s true: she really did teach me about milkweed and monarch butterflies. This piece is about that, and my further research, I suppose.
By Homayra Adiba4 months ago in Earth
