Life as a Dandelion Fluff

Today after my run in the countryside I was walking along the lane, where there were many dandelion fluffs. I picked one and started to blow, watching the hundreds of little seeds with their white umbrella hats floating through the air. I started to imagine what life would be like to be a dandeline fluff. To have one voyage in life, one solo flight in which your whole existence is leading up to. You are vulnerable to the girl that comes to blow you away, or the breeze that sweeps you up, forcing you to leave the one home you know. You could be brought miles away, or simply few centimeters. People are like dandelion fluffs – we too are vulnerable to fate, to life, to death. I am waiting for my flight back home, but when that will happen I am at the moment unaware. Yet I wish that I too had a white umbrella hat!