When I get up in the morning, I open a window in front of a porch. Fresh air is comfortable. About a week ago, I found a plant.
It's been growing out a small crack in the floor at the porch. I don't know where its seed is from, but imagining the seed with down made a long journey has me smile.
It's there. Even after a furious storm a few days ago, dandelion is still there. I 'm amazed at its strength.
