Sometimes, when the weather is clean and the sun is fine, gentle winds will send one or two lovely seed of Dandelion through the window into my little room. They usually finally rest on my blue bed.
I still remembered the very feelings I had when I ran into field of dandelion in the twilight of sunset at the age of 6. I was deeply touched by the beauty of the scene.
I especially appreciate the flower-tongue of Dandelion, which is “love that can stay forever”, which possibly origins from the phenomena of Dandelion’s pretty seed dispersal. There is philosophy in it. It contains too much things: love, freedom, pursuit, letting go, repeated partings, and gains in the giving-ups…It’s beautiful, and sad.