Milkweed.

[oceanwillsayit]

I turn a corner and am confronted by a layer of white upon the grass, gleaming in the dying light like a soft dusting of snow - milkweed. A bell chimes inside my ribcage. I find the pods and begin to open them, to set them free to the wind. They gather and dance in my cupped hands like living things; they kiss my face and cheeks with their softness

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[ixamxfe_y]

Beautiful! Words, pictures, everything. Makes me wish we had milkweed here. Nature finds its way into one's clothes in the most endearing ways...