She took the path through the woods to a small clearing. Standing in the middle, she caught dandelion seeds as they drifted by. She held it in her hand, brushing the seed’s soft parachute against her cheek.
Each one told a story: sad; grieving; despairing. Happy; joyful; full of promise. Wishes; dreams; hopes; prayers; promises.
Once she knew it’s mission, she would release the seed back on it’s journey, blowing gently til it caught the breeze.