Dandelion Snow

So I'm riding in the car the other day while my dad drove me around (happens a lot these days) and we happened to drive past this field/meadow thing. Aside from the fact that I'd never see any substantial amount of green in LA, I was caught off guard. There was this little girl, no more than 6 years old, who was dancing around. And she stooped to pick up a dandelion and proceeded to blow its pieces everywhere. As every girl knows, it's a requirement to do this at least once, in order to see the pieces fly everywhere.

And as the child started to blow some breath on the flower, the world slowed down. Not only did the movements of everyone seem to halt completely, but so did
the objects around me. All of a sudden the rays of sunshine were visible, shining through the clouds that seem to congregate here often. And I could see the path that each individual petal(?) of the flower was going to take. Each unique piece was determined to make it's own way in the world, some floating higher and longer, others more eager to hit the ground and get started on their journey. It was quite a moment of clarity - spectacular and eye-opening all at once.

I live for these moments. You should find one today - you'll be better for it I promise.