At one warm early spring morning, a bright yellow flower, sun-kissed all over and hot like a fire, was dreaming of a cool winter flight of a snowflake.
In its turn, a first winter snowflake, mused at our window, was charmed by the hot fire flames in the fireplace.
She had never seen anything so beautiful. She should of better fly away from the warm window but she didn’t. And eventually became a glorious winter frost on the window that made flames in fireplace dye from resentment.
When time came, the bright head of our spoiled friend Dandelion became white and a wind gave him the kick to launch toward new terrain. That was a flight of his dream… a glorious snowstorm in the middle of summer!
His victorious passage ended in the cool moist space under the same window that was beautified by our little snowflake at Christmas time. And the dreams of flights and beauty started all over again.