I went to witness the closing of another day. A sunset of ochre and gold, vermillion and flame. The scent of turmeric and ginger in the air, cinnamon and rooibos, pungent and alluring.
Instead I found a mythological messenger. An iridescent creature as delicate as the wind, bringing omens of peace and harmony. Stained-glass wings fractured the fading light, a prism of green and teal, silver and ebony.
A trick of the light, where fantasy becomes factual. Take a deep breath, catch the scent of ozone lingering above the spice… dragons are real.