It is the wind’s messenger, hiding spring’s letters in every tuft of down. The puffball glistens with tiny sparks of light in the sun, like holding a handful of crushed stardust, waiting for the wind to send these hope-filled letters to every corner of the world.

Some will land in flower pots on windowsills, some will settle in the soil of field ridges, and others will be blown to distant hills. There is no need to worry about them getting lost—the wind will find the right address for each one. When spring comes again, these letters will grow into new puffballs in the new soil, continuing to carry spring’s messages.