Dandelions dancing with the wind, spawned out from a tiny green field, a mini meadow in the backyard of a troubled coder;

The sun trickles its afternoon light, the same as its morning’s and its night’s, yet each photon is its own unique one, a different journey, a different length, a different path to your eye.

The fence is of an amber, an orange, a soft brown wood, a still pool sits behind it, a tree helps shade the scene.

You gaze out through the window, part of you wishes to begin asking hypotheticals, sliding down the windy path of heartache, but, not this time.

You sit, and observe the flowers. You wonder if they may feel something of their own sense of love when they encounter new friends.

“What if I went out and spoke with them? What if I went out and simply stood near then? Crouched down next to them? Maybe in some way, my presence gives them the same feeling of bliss I can get in retrospect, looking at all those I’ve had the joy of once knowing, the moments that happened and now are forever passed.”

Complete, you are, now and always.

In this moment, I think of the love of my mother.

I wonder if she’s reincarnated as some of these flowers, her ash being recycled to give new life,

the life she has always been,

the life we have always been,

a river of change, a river of love, flowing to ever higher love, love, and love.

“I will miss this tiny meadow, someday. Even now, I can feel my future self missing it, because it means so much to me.

And so although I know not if the flowers will miss me… I sure will miss them.

They are friends in passing, too.

So too the wind, the grass, the fence, the water of the pool, the tree, the ground, and the sun.

I love you all.

Thank you for being my family, too.”