My Perfect Dandelion

Ricardo Cuéllar

In the quiet center of wild green, one perfect dandelion stands—full, round, and untouched - a love letter to the fleeting—soft as a sigh, fragile as a thought, and perfect just for a moment.
It’s a portrait of stillness before the scatter, of love before the letting go. Fragile yet whole, fleeting yet eternal, this single bloom holds the poetry of a thousand wishes not yet whispered.
A moment of beauty. A breath held in time - reminding us that even the simplest things, seen fully, become unforgettable.