Growing up, we blew on dandelions to make a wish.
 
During the bombardment of Odessa, Ukraine,  my childhood friend posted the same four words each morning. 
 
“Доброе утро. Мы живы….”
Good morning. We are alive….
 
I would find a dandelion and send her a photo. She would send one back.
 
A wish for the madness to stop.