Just like a little girl

I walked through the park on the way to work this morning, and it seems to be that time of year when all the plants that I remember as a little girl are out in force. Dandelion clocks, buttercups and that sticky vine you can throw at people's clothes and it sticks.

At this moment in time I wish I was a little girl, that someone else was in charge of sorting out all the shit that comes with life and that I was blissfully unaware, skipping through the grass and counting what time it is on a weed.