*she sighs and blinks away a stubborn tear that had managed to escape; the breeze picks up for a moment, ruffling through her dark hair and Herman's fair and stirring the leaves on the tree, sending a few prematurely scuttling to the ground; glancing around her, she spies a dandelion already turned to fluff not far from her knee - she reaches out and plucks it gently from the ground, twisting it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger*

When my brother died, Mari told me that I could put my love into a dandelion and that when I blew the fluff away into the air it'd carry the message straight to him.