Monday, April 23, 2012

To the Wind

Don't you want to go back to being a kid sometimes.
Like the days when you could blow willowy white dandelions straight to the wind and not feel a bit of guilt about it.
There they were for the grasping and always better than bubbles could ever be.
At their most beautiful, so transparent and light, an amazing creation that was magical. Just like childhood, summer vacations, and ice cream were magical.

                                               I swear,
 ...the answers are "blowin in the wind."