Life in seventeen syllables
My mind started wondering as to who or what would be my dragon and would I want to save it. Thanks. Cher'ley
I'm glad it made the thoughts start. I sometimes think that things are stuffed away and then if not dealt with, come back and stalk us. Thank you for stopping by and commenting. The feedback is precious and so grateful for it.
This one is wonderful! I was especially drawn to the photo, the awesome natural beauty, searching for sunlight as you say. But I had to wonder where exactly the dragon was -- in the clouds? Top of the mountain? Or there to the right, in the tree observing all that's going on...
Alice, thank you! The dragon is wherever you find him/her. That is also why I chose the photo. I think we find our dragons in the space where we least expect them.