The Dragon soul is here

When you rise how high that you can touch low clouds with your wing, and the wind, gentle and warm, at the height turns into tearing and throwing all living things that fall into its clutches, you feel all the power and greatness of the world where you were born.

A silver-sky-colored dragoness, sweeping through the wind with its wings, swept between heaven and earth. The sun broke through in places through the clouds and played in the drops of rain falling regularly from heaven, bringing moisture and life to the earth for everything that is alive by the waters of the world. At this wonderful moment, I unbearably wanted to share with someone that amazing view and mood that played in me, but no one was around.

There was not a soul in the sky except me, and below were endless fields and a river, which with a mysterious pattern of dark silver lay on the vastness. Looking into the distance, in the stream of rain falling from the sky, I noticed an unusual shine. It was the sparkle of the sun shimmering on the falling drops, but everything looked like the ice on the mountaintops shining on a clear day. This radiance was so mesmerizing that it took my breath away, when the next moment, the lights flapped their wings and spreading their tail and paws rushed towards me with all their essence.

Wave after wave, we flew towards each other and there was no longer any fear in our hearts of the unknown. For the first time I saw such a breathtaking miracle of heaven, although I myself never ceased to be surprised, for many years conquering this kingdom of wind and weather. We almost buried ourselves in each other when I twisted and slid under the dragon flying over me, and he passed over me, dousing the scales and my face with cold water droplets from which I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I had already lost sight of the flying creature … Blinking again, I began to turn around, and my eye again caught this strange action taking place over my head, taking the form of a dragon right out of the air, from water droplets that gather in the clouds.

For the next moments, I continued to fly without taking my eyes off him, and the dragon from the raindrops, as if playing with me, flew in parallel, flapping its wings in time with my flapping. Overwhelming my curiosity with a fear of an unprecedented never before, I succumbed to it, hoping to scare, but instead of dodging, he just as sharply rushed to me. At some point, I expected a blow, but only felt that my legs were immersed in water, which, when I regained consciousness, turned out to be his legs. Yes. We held each other with our paws and we flew. The dragon hung upside down on me and continued to flap its thinnest wings, consisting of streams of water, like my reflection. I didn’t feel his weight or the flapping of his wings. It was like a fluff in my paws, but the water of which it consisted burned a little with cold, as if it were icy like a spring.

The dragon smiled at me with its translucent muzzle, through which small streams were visible, creating an image. In his eyes, I read the genuinely childish happiness of the game and the joy of meeting, as if you met an old friend with whom you shared many horizons and many years. I wanted to ask him, but I could not say a word, because of the emotions rushing over me. I didn’t try to escape and my legs were already accustomed to the cold of his embrace, but the thought came to my mind, to fly up, and, obeying the thought, the wings began to gasp for air, lifting me and the dragon up. I looked up, where the wings were carrying me, but at some point I felt his cold paws tenderly touch me, embracing me, and he pressed himself against me, pouring millions of cold droplets that flickered in the sun. The wings stopped, as if frozen over, and, having lost support, we both began to fall down. I still looked up into the sky, where the trail of droplets shining with lights in the light was carried away, and the dragon continued to cuddle up to me, embracing and giving even at the moment of falling, the feeling of something dear that soothes and caresses the soul. We fell together, and all I heard was the roar of the wind. The dragon seemed to dissolve in me, flowing around and covering scale after scale. I felt cold rain water with my tongue, and at that moment the wings seemed to flap themselves and hit the air with a pop, scattering the spray. The dragon was gone. He fell with drops of water on the ground, as rain should have fallen. I just left with me that taste of heavenly water and the feeling of adhering droplets on the wings and scales, which now brought a feeling of freshness and the feeling that he was still with me. Descending to the ground, I thought of nothing. As if he washed away all my fears, bad thoughts from me, filling me with peace and joy in my soul. That was a long time ago. As a child, when there could only be dreams about the sky, I sat in the pouring rain and, squinting at the sun, tried in vain to see the one who so generously sprinkles everything with drops of water. I had a dream to meet this creature and be sure to ask him to water the earth with water so that the flowers bloom, the rivers fill up to the very banks, the birds bathe in puddles, and the forest near which I lived was filled with the aromas of mushrooms and the smells of pine needles, berries, debate. I am grateful to him, who met on my way and gave me faith that even the wildest dreams can come true. Dragons, believe and fly high in search of your dream.