“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
That photo brings back childhood memories of picking dandelions and blowing on them to send the wisps of white floating in the air.
Me too, Lyn! :)