Millions of wishes

I take my dog, Max, to a park pretty close to my home.  Every time we venture, regardless of how many years I’ve been going there, nature finds a way to offer me some statement of beauty.  Just before I came to the walking bridge, near the end of the walk, I looked left.  I saw these pods that were bursting with seeds.  The seeds that carried the wishes that I used to make (and quite frankly still do) when I was a boy.  I remembered playing outside chasing the wishes through the wind praying only to catch them to have my wishes granted.   It appears, from the looks of this one that there are a million more wishes, just waiting to be caught.   I don’t know what type of plant this was, to me it was simply a reminder of how magical nature can be when coupled with a memory.