Dragons Spiraling
Ever since someone told me about the mystical, it's funny how often one sees the dragon racing across the sky and the setting sun. I think of you every time I see it and it has been there often of late. I have even been able to get pictures. Funny that no one sees - until I point it out. I did not have camera in hand the day the Dragon stepped perfectly over the sun with belly rounded just out of reach of flickering flames. A breathless moment or 10, captured and held unmoving, the beauty was serene.
Time has crept so slowly yet passed in an instant, a blink of the eye.
Has it really been a year and half that last I felt like sharing with the world - that I would open the door and let myself spill out. It seems only a month or so ago, but then I don't spill easily anymore.
Everything changes, yet I fight to remain the same. I like the same, familiar and comfortable, warm and fuzzy. But I miss so many.
Summer fell to winter too quickly, but it is much easier to go out and do yard work. The pool looks so tempting, crystal clear as it gurgles, but ha! I have already stuck in my toes and felt the frigidness of your touch. Sunshine warm me.
Time has crept so slowly yet passed in an instant, a blink of the eye.
Has it really been a year and half that last I felt like sharing with the world - that I would open the door and let myself spill out. It seems only a month or so ago, but then I don't spill easily anymore.
Everything changes, yet I fight to remain the same. I like the same, familiar and comfortable, warm and fuzzy. But I miss so many.
Summer fell to winter too quickly, but it is much easier to go out and do yard work. The pool looks so tempting, crystal clear as it gurgles, but ha! I have already stuck in my toes and felt the frigidness of your touch. Sunshine warm me.