Dandelion Wine

by Igor Zenin

A line of horses runs loose through a meadow gone thick with dandelions and blue wildflowers, the lead horse still catching full color while the rest fade into silhouette against a molten sunset. It's less a specific place than a specific feeling — the kind of run that only happens in a memory or a dream, never quite in real time. Dandelion Wine is the right title for something this intoxicatingly soft-focus.