I look into the sky as the day begins to fade.
I see a dragon.
My dragon is elegant: long and slim with a bony, squat tail and an open jaw.
My dragon is not at all ferocious, but he wants to give the impression that he might be.
He moves with grace, imprinted in the dusky sky.
I close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again, still there are no clouds, only my dragon.
As his firm body softens, he turns his head away and fades a little.
He glows peachy. I see him so clearly in the half light. The softest rosy red now.
We look . . . and we see the world with our own eyes.
With an open mind and an open heart, every vision and experience will be richer and more rewarding.
I look down in my notebook to write these words and when I lift my head to gaze at him again: my dragon is gone.
I will miss my dragon, but who knows . Maybe tomorrow I will discover a unicorn.