“In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place,where something happened, and then there are all the other places.”
Alice Munro, Runaway
It may surprise you.
Maybe not the longing in the first lover’s eyes,
Or a tiny hand clasping yours,
Or even the ragged last breath of a cherished one.
No, maybe just
the puff of dandelion seeds floating on the morning air.