Unused Magic
There are wishes in my hair, constellations of fluff from dandelion ghosts my daughter blows in my direction. She always wishes for the same impossible thing: a dinosaur resurrection. Of course, it hasn’t happened, but to her, it simply hasn’t happened yet. She needs to keep wishing. Meanwhile, my toddler stomps through the yard with a plastic shovel, smashing the head off every dandelion he sees. My daughter is upset, not that he’s destroying them, but that he doesn’t make a wish first. As clouds of pappus bloom in his wake, she watches helplessly, all that unused magic, floating away.
Photo Credit: tanakawho
Relatable. You do an excellent job of capturing the earnestness, belief, abandon, magic, and helplessness of childhood.
Brilliant. I love every word stringed together. Such a magical story.
That is truly beautiful
Love this–carried me along like dandelion fluff
Captivating imagery!
Very nice!
Beautiful imagery! Loved every word of it!