( 3:43 PM ) shut up christine
fleeting
yesterday, in the shower, i had a vision of
my perfect wedding bouquet
(the fact that i am not yet engaged is totally irrelevant)
when this vision came to me, i nodded my head in silence because i knew it was absolutely perfect,
exactly what i wanted...
a fistful of dandelions
not the yellow flowers, but the white seed heads that you blow to make wishes
the chances of having a dandelion bouquet are pretty slim, i think.
their fragility precludes you from planning
you can't order them from the florist in advance (can you?? they're weeds!)
you can't pick them or store them before (they would fall apart!)
i suppose in order to have a dandelion bouquet i would have to stumble upon them the morning of my wedding
and even if i were to miraculously find a bunch of dandelions en route to our wedding tree
one small gust of wind as i walk down the aisle and my perfect bouquet disintegrates in my hands
there's the rub, and the beauty of it
i've become attached to an idea
that is almost impossible to have
and even if i can somehow manage to get it
it will literally fly from my hands once i hold it
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