A Wish, A Seed, A Remembering

In recent years, making a wish on a dandelion has become a reclaimed birthday ritual of mine. When I was a child, I believed the cottony dandelion fields that would appear around my birthday were a magical gift, as if the Earth had made them just for me. I would run through them, kicking up the puffs, blowing out fluffy bouquets, hoping that something bigger than myself would see me as worthy.