You know you want to. One big puff and the seeds will scatter in that satisfying burst of flying fluff that you remember so well from childhood. Only now you know that you would be planting hundreds of dandelions that you would only have to pull up later.
What looks different to you now than it did in your childhood?
As an adult, I no longer view life through my parent’s eyes as a endless struggle toward the finishline. Today I see it as a wonderful journey to be enjoyed each and every day.
Things are smaller.