Devonne Brown

Floralee drifted high above the valley in her balloon of daffodil seeds. 

She stayed aloft with her hopes and wishes of all that she’d ever dreamed.

Floralee turned over in the bed. She saw the tops of green mountains and wondered what that meant. The wind blew and thousands of white petals of dandelion dust rained down upon her head. Her dream vanished. 

Floralee shook off the sleep and looked back at her bed, trying to grasp another glimpse at the basket of dandelions that captured her imagination and dreams just moments ago. It had vanished in the wind. Carried off in a puff. A tear ran down her face. 

Floralee sat on the edge of the bed and wept. All the dandelion seeds had blown away. She had no more left, they were her dreams, her energy, her longings. All she felt was sorrow for herself instead of joy for the blessing of a beautiful dream. 

She remembered being excited to ride in a power ball of dandelion fluff, admiring the beauty of the mountains, trees, and water. She saw the aurora, red, green, and purple light up the sky like never before. She had been engulfed in beauty, but the fluff blew away and pulled the tears from her face and crashed the basket to the ground. She had to walk away, it was time.

Time to walk away