"Only the wind knows where it will carry our dandelion souls."
Dandelions have always been both a nuisance and a childhood sentiment for me. I've always loved the idea of making a wish and watching the dandelion seeds blow away -- maybe it's the idealist in me. I think I like more the idea of the wind freely carrying the seeds away, with no set path, an unknown destiny, nowhere to be. They're allowed to free float and drift through the air until they find their next landing spot where they wish to plan themselves, make root, and start over again in the next dandelion season.