Dandelion wishes - II.v?

I find it amusing how, in the past year, none of my dandelions released all their seeds. None.

There would be one stubborn seeded parachute clinging to it, or more. They could even withstand the second puff of breath in hopes of half a wish.

So when I picked up a dandelion off campus earlier this week, I turned it in my fingertips, wondering how the resilliant beast of flora managed to survive despite the weed-killer put down by the gardeners at Webster. Ye gods... spring already? Yes, the earth had just gotten over that terrible March chill, and the warmth was beginning to rise again.

I murmured to an absent friend, "This one's for you," and blew.

My first empty stem in a year. Pity that there wasn't another nearby... I could use a stroke of that sort of luck myself.

Since I haven't told what it was, I pray that it comes true.