Autumn is dripping into wet reality and the paranormal creatures of Portland are stirring. Time for new hiding places! Narrow, green eyes peer out from under soggy piles. Summer sanctuaries are exposed as boughs once laden with thick foliage hang bare. Creatures seeking anonymous quiet in the cityscape are everywhere if you simply open the eyes of wonderment and look.
They, like all of us, seek security, comfort, shelter from the storms and most of all, love. The mysterious dragons – blessed with a dual nature, long for passion. What couldn’t be found in the summer is surely hiding somewhere in the piles of red and orange leaves, the trees shimmering in autumn’s gold light, the full moon casting benevolence and tolerance.
Where are you, my gorgeous, beautiful ones? Can I help you? Kiss you? I, at least, will see you, whisper prayers for your safety and dream of your wings sparkling against azure skies.