Delicate juxtaposition. Embers. Ashes. Scorched Earth. Reverie awakening the spirit of new growth. Teardrop scaled body armor chromed in azure. Gold kissed eyes and ivory teeth. Steam weaves from nostrils, promenading languid through morning air. Is it absurd that I believe in the existence of dragons? Long to befriend an untamed beast and climb aboveContinueContinue reading “Chasing Dragons…in the deep, deep wood”
There is a three cord thread connecting us all…nothing happens by chance!
Reflection of Providence 