D for Dandelion

Light breeze tickled me as I went deep in the prairie, the sun was out there, graciously filling everything with its warmth.

Dandelions welcomed me with their unanimous yellow hats, I had hoped to see some who needed some blowing but apparently there were none. My younger self would have been upset with the premise.

It was a summer afternoon. Cicadas were unusually less loud, which helped me to pick up her voice if she ever called out for me. I still walked ahead, picking some pace, hoping I didn’t make her wait.

My endeavour came to a halt when I spotted her silhouette from afar. I approached her quietly as she was looking at the flowers, paying no mind to anything else.

She wore a simple long pink dress and had a yellow flower on her ear. The rays of sun gave her brown long hair a mesmerizing touch of gold that left me in awe, only to be brought back to reality when she called out for me

“Took you long enough, silly. Let’s move somewhere else, nothing’s here and it’s boring”

But she didn’t, she didn’t take off nor she made any signs of her wanting to leave. That’s kind of her thing, being playful and saying what she doesn’t really mean, and it’s up to me to dance mind tango with that.

As I was trapped in my own narrative, she crouched and said enthusiastically
“Hey look it’s a ladybug!”

I watched this oil painting before me and smiled, we stayed for over half an hour without breaking a sweat. We roasted each other, she playfully shoved me and I playfully played along. Occasionally we found some white dandelions that we blew together, with it, our meaningless worries and thoughts.