I watch the sea through a tiny hole in a flying device, the vast darkness of it so harmless from a distance. the same sea I grew up in and where an old friend now rests forever young. a voice tells me “we are landing in the hours of darkness”…

how does a dragon get to know its fire and learn to release it with control? and how does that affect the dragon’s capacity to change the system?   i am a dragon. i am katla   i have been full of rage my whole life. i didn’t know. they…