IN BRIGHTNESS
The air is full of flying, floating things. If it were winter, I’d suspect snow but since it’s a beautiful, hot, late-spring day, a closer look tells me most of it is dandelion fluff or maybe milkweed puffs. They move with seeming purpose, skimming sideways, caught on every waft of air. Some ARE actually moving under their own power—insects: butterflies, gnats, tiny beetles, spider younglings, the small flying lives that populate the world, mostly unseen until the sun illuminates their journey. The air shines silver on the tops of the green hedges. Trees, even the lawn shimmers under the force...