eugene yoshida one of the things that i really loved about our neighborhood was all the people.willow knelt in the grass and picked a dandelion and blew at it , sending the seeds flying.different kinds of people , different kinds of ideas and thoughts all bouncing off each other like a thousand pin balls ricocheting around a small game board.she smiled as the seeds swirled around her head like ethereal fairies.is n't it interesting ? she touched one of the floating seeds and bright light consumed the world .