I find this first image dreamy. And so I began to daydream, not about a pinwheel, but about an enormous lollypop. A colorful, whimsical lollypop in the wind. A lollypop I would be tempted not to share. But this lolly would then be so large, it could get sticky and, given the wind, stuck in my hair. It would go from sticky to sappy as I would have to wet it, just a bit, to get it out of my hair. It might then become melty and look, well, something like this. I was pondering what said lollypop was even adding to my life, for all of the trouble it was giving me, when my son walked by and said it looked like an amoeba.
Problem solved. One less person to give a lick.
(images Jamie Lee, Ben Branagan)