The heat rose and in the late afternoon the winds came. Winds swept across the road as I was walking back from the station to my house. This dandelion that had gone to seed caught my eye.
The wind was pushing it this and that way but it didn’t let go of its sees. It just bent in the wind and held onto it’s offspring. People kept coming and going over the pedestrian bridge. I was squatting there watching the dandelion dance.
So delicate, yet so strong.
Blowing in the wind, without letting go.