May sat on the porch steps and opened the lunchbox. She showed Nana the purple glow.
"Not in this house. Go find an adventure. Even if it's just to the end of the street."
Half-buried in the mud, glistening under the midday sun, was a box. It wasn't a treasure chest, just a metal lunchbox, rusted at the hinges, with a faded picture of a spaceship on the front. mays summer vacation
" 'S,' " Nana murmured. "Sammy. Your grandfather."
"No," Nana said, patting May’s hand. "He left that for you. He always said the best things take patience." May sat on the porch steps and opened the lunchbox
She grabbed the lunchbox and ran downstairs. She found Nana in the garden.
As if on cue, the woods began to sparkle. Small greenish-yellow lights flickered in the tall grass, hovering over the water. It was magical, a living constellation. Go find an adventure
She spent the rest of the afternoon in her bedroom, researching. She didn't have Google, but she had Nana Rose’s set of encyclopedias. She looked up geodes. She looked up cicadas. She learned that geodes needed vibration or pressure to crack open, revealing crystals inside.