"As a kid, dandelions were my favorite flower. I loved the fields of yellow, pink, red, purple, green, and orange. But my favorite was when the dandelion matured and became a white puffball.

I would pluck the long stem from the fields of grass, or the cracks in the concrete. Then, like every little kid, I would hold it up to my mouth, close my eyes, make a wish, and then blow the feathery particles into the wind. I really enjoyed this, but I always felt a little sad because I thought that I was killing them.

As I was blowing the seeds of the dandelion far from home, what I did not know, was that I was not sending them to die. I was sending them to start a new cycle in life, where they would blossom again." - KURZ