What about Puff?
Google Puff and you receive these results –
1.a short, explosive burst of breath or wind.
“a puff of wind swung the weathervane around”
synonyms: gust, blast, flurry, rush, draft, waft, breeze, breath
2.a light pastry case, typically one made of puff pastry, containing a sweet or savory filling.
“a cream puff”
1.breathe in repeated short gasps.
“exercises that make you puff”
synonyms: breathe heavily, pant, blow
2.cause to swell or become swollen.
“he suddenly sucked his stomach in and puffed his chest out”
When I decided to write a post about ‘Puff’, I was not thinking about the Google results. What was I thinking about? Was I thinking about me as a previous smoker and puffing on a cigarette? The other day, I was thinking that soon I will mark a year that I quit smoking and will most likely write a post about it – be expecting that post in a couple of weeks. Then again, was I thinking about something else? At that time, my view was the window and what was beyond it; my view was leaves of yellow, orange and brown and possibly of ‘Puff’. Those leaves of color reminded me it is still autumn; and then a favorite song popped in my head by a trio of singers –
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
From Spinditty.com –
Puff the Magic Dragon
Is a song that I remember well from my childhood. As a little girl I would play this song on a record player and when the song ended I would pick up the needle and move it back to the beginning so that I could hear the song over again. I didn’t know what the words meant but just loved that the song had something to do with childhood and I loved being a kid. As a parent, when I actually listened to the words of the song and realized that it was about growing up and leaving the toys of childhood behind, it made me cry and chokes me up still. This song, by Peter, Paul and Mary, is an all time classic that every child, no matter what age, can enjoy.
Lyrics to watch for:
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
When I decided to write a post about ‘Puff’, what was I thinking about? Leaves of different colors or maybe smoking; then again it is autumn and the trees sway at times due to a short, explosive burst of breath or wind. Or maybe I was thinking about my childhood of long ago and the toys left behind; and my present grown up years, the here, the now & that, that which awaits me.
Lyrics from Puff the Magic Dragon –
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar