8 May 2012
I laid in the long summer grass, watching the clouds roll along the brilliant pastel blue sky. Turning over in the meadow, I saw the cabbage butterfly's dance around the remaining dandelion puff, that hadn't yet been picked or blew. Delicately picking it from it's stalk. I blew gently, and watched as my dreams fly away among the seeds, with the brilliant white butterfly's helping them find their destination. It was there... I found contentment.
Dandelion Puffs • Opuss № I