The open green field is littered with wish-making whirligigs. I think of the long afternoons of childhood, exploring pasture and bog with my brothers in central Florida. We didn't carry cell phones, then, only eyes, minds and hearts set on a channel to receive.
Steve, our younger brother. went back into the hospital last night: high fever, infection. A rare complication – a fistula – developed early on from the February 23 cystectomy and neobladder construction. The resultant pain, anorexia and dysfunction have blocked his recovery thus far.
I blow, make a wish, and all the seed pod angels scatter.