My head is full of ideas, or seeds of them, not yet even properly planted, but the beginnings are definitely there, to be nurtured and cared for. Only if I can get even one of them and make them as big as a strong lush green tree, reaching high into the sky. Oh, the possibilities. For the moment, though, they are helicopter seeds flowing aimlessly in the winds, delicate and twirling about. Spinning my head along with them. Let's grow already. Let's not get too impatient, now, lest I crumple them to dust by rushed rough handling..