MAKE A WISH

"I remember as a child on sunny days wading through fields of fluffy dandelions gone to seed. How I loved to pick them, make a wish and blow their perfect little silver spheres into sprays of flying seeds. Then the wind could scatter them far across the fields, back from where they came, back to earth itself where they would wait to sprout again next spring . . . a whole generation of bright golden buttons splattered on emerald fields."