Have you ever had something so fragile that a small gust of wind could blow it away? I remember being a kid and picking up dandelions after they had seeded. It's fun to blow on them and watch as they scattered. I can't think of anything that makes a person feel like a happy kid than blowing dandelion seeds everywhere. It just conjures up beautiful, warm and fuzzy memories. Can you ever remember puckering up and exhaling on a freshly plucked dandelion and feeling sad? It's impossible. Lately I've been thinking about how I live my life and the choices I've made. Most of them have been good, some mediocre and some were just downright stupid. Now when I pick up a dandelion I think about puffing up and blowing, enjoying it temporarily and take a moment to decide against the fleeting fun. Now I want to pick it up, shelter it, and enjoy it for what it is. Something completely unique deserves care, time and respect. When I pluck you I want to savor you.