There is nothing quite like a dandelion, the most ordinary yet extraordinary of all plants.
As a child, I always thought it was magical—something beautiful that became even more attractive as it withered and wandered off with the breeze, dancing awhile, to places unknown.
As an adult, I find it even more magical to be that wild and free, to have your soul floating, drifting, and dancing while on a colourful journey to a faraway land.
I’ve met many dandelions in life who are everything but ordinary. One gets to catch a glimpse of the greatness they encompass from time to time, but never in its full glory.
Hiding from the breeze and sound in the comforts of familiarity, perhaps afraid of ...