I saw this seed head today in front of a house from which a man was shouting apparently to the
sky.  I took a chance and waved and getting his attention I asked him if he minded if I took a picture of seed pod.  He stopped shouting and said "Sure, but only one and thanks for asking."  He then looked away from me and back up
at the sky and said, "I'm sorry." The seed pod and the man reminded me of something I once wrote about myself and that I have to keep remembering about the people and the world around
me: 

"There is so much stuffins in all of us that is always on the verge of falling out — so much of our
inside selves always on the verge of getting strewn about in the wind for anyone to see."