I remember the exact day, date and time I took this photo and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. It was 9:39 AM on a Friday in April – the day after I got laid off from work. I woke and greeted the morning Sun with a smile. Hell yea I did. It was a Friday, it was 9:00 AM and I didn’t have anywhere to go. In celebration of my new-found freedom from the dreaded “cubby job” – or maybe just because I was free for the first time since I could remember, at least I could give myself one weekend of that – I went outside and layed down in the grass face down and gazed the magnificent orbs known as dandelions. Mandelas. Works of art. Made of a thousand-million little, itty-bitty individual seeds, all symetric;y perfect. The Sun shining through them made them even more magical. No color. No celebrated class among the world of flowers. No need. They stand alone. And I have all the time in the world to watch them (at least until the neighbor’s landscaper comes on Monday).