Luxe et Volupte
The night was a terror. I was up at the first Rooster's crow. Padding barefoot on the wooden floor, I stretched over my window and yawned as a cool breeze washed over me. I shut my eyes, taking it all in.
The day was still young and the atmosphere foggy as I stood there, staring blankly into the horizon. Suddenly I peered down, there was something spiraling leaves and dust. A tornado. A faint smile appeared on my lips. Nature had given me my first smile for the day. My gaze still on the drama the tornado displayed. Weirdly, it soothed me to watch. It spun leaves that had fallen from the trees; dry and fresh leaves creating an amazing color combination that if I had a board, paint and brushes with me, I'd have painted something not so great but worth stopping to look at.
When the tornado disappeared, a Dandelion flew up to my window. Rare. Dandelions are rare in my area. It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I saw that day. Very delicate and symbolic. I breathed into it and made a wish. Then I opened my hands and let the wind take it from me. It danced in the air, as it went far from my reach. "A symbol of hope," I whispered.
I want to go on a solo trip someday and I wish to not only fly over a field of Dandelions but roll in one. I'd suck in breathe and feel the peace, growth and love in my soul's depth. In a field of Dandelions, I know there are a thousand wishes but I'd still make mine and watch out for its outcome.
Ever since I learnt of the Dandelion and got to hold one in my hand, I've loved every inch of that plant. I like how it doesn't care about the opinion of the rose or the orchid and still grows in their midst head high. The Dandelion has taught me lots of life lessons so if I'm to go on a solo trip, it'd be to a field of Dandelions.
In a field of Dandelions, there's tranquility, hope, and stability.