Fabric of our futures

Our colony is on a round, flat oval of ground, encased in light brush and trees around it, set in a small valley beside what appears to be a consistent source of safe drinking water from a stream. We started building on this seemingly solid land we have found. Thoughts of hope, mixed with anticipation, thread through our camp, weaving this new colony into the fabric of our futures. Beyond our first buildings new buildings, we have cleared three large plots for fields. It feels like something out of a movie... "Movie", a word some of the children might no longer even remember... Building temporary shelters wasn't hard for our experienced and strengthening limbs, but engineering permanent structures has been a project greatly discussed and debated. After all the movement of earth we have witnessed, the ever changing terrain we have traveled, to assume we know what to expect in even the coming year alone would be suicidal. None can predict the moods of the seasons in this new place, the ferocity of wind, rain or snow we may be forced to endure, or what groups of people may come across us here in this valley. Survival, we have learned, is not only ensuring water, food and warmth for all, but also, defense of all.