When The First Dandelion Leaves
Winter had almost passed and spring was in the corner. The snow had melted, but the breeze was still freezing
He was walking down the street, with hands in the pocket of his grey overcoat. His black boots didn't seem to have a single dirt on them. You could see your own reflection on it.
Having no destination in mind, he just stared at the surroundings blankly. And then suddenly, he stopped. Something had caught his eyes...
A little dandelion in a pot
It was placed on top of a worn down brick wall, barely managing to stand on top.
The clay pot was a little broken at the corners, and seemed to be long forgotten. And a little dandelion poked it's head out of it, like a little child in front of a stranger.
It was very early for a dandelion to flower, but this little one had managed to bloom.
It was only a trivial thing, but the more you looked closely, the more it would warm your heart. It was like the last snowflake the sun had forgotten to melt.
He stood some inches away from the wall. Bringing his face closer to the young flower, he let out a slight blow
And at that moment, after a long time, another breath touched his cheeks. When the first dandelion left
VannaSilver · LGBT+
