Tuesday, August 13, 2013

I started to walk toward the hill in the middle of my town.
It was the last day of high school. 

The air was so clean and fresh and new. tangible. 
My friends, Louise and Lux climbed to the top of the hill with me.
On the way up,
 we picked the biggest dandelions we could find.
We thought our wishes had a better chance of coming true
if there were more seeds being sent out into the air.
Hoping that maybe one of them would find it's way into the ground and sprout magic. We were always day dreaming together. 


We stood there for a moment, thinking about what wish we wanted to send out.
I waited, already knowing what mine was. It was the same wish as always.
The one I wished on every dandelion and wishbone and birthday candle
and four leaf clover and fallen eyelash. A wish for a love to love forever.
A love with soft blue eyes who loved to laugh and dance and make music.
It was probably the same wish as every girl my age.

The same as Lousie and Lux. But we didn't say a word to each other.
We just let all the air out of our lungs and released every
last seed into the wind until all we were left with was the stem of a weed.


If we were lucky, we'd be taken from our perfect suburban paradise.
With perfect gingerbread cookie cutter houses lining every block.
Our dream was to see new cities and landscapes. To drive to the mountains in Colorado and onto the redwoods in California. It was all just a dream.
But maybe it would all be real if Lux's wish came true.