Lost and Found
It was a cold winter day. There I was lost in the woods. Though I was dressed warm enough I could feel the chill in the air, like an icy hand pressed against my face, trying to find its way to my inner peace, trying to capture the last bit of my soul, my security, my drive. But I would not let it in. I was sure someone or something would find me and guide my way home.
So I found a clearing. I found some wood and brush and built a fire. As the fire grew it shattered the icy tendrils pressing against me. I could see images in the flames arming themselves against the windy onslaught of cold and lashing out to act as a barrier, against my foe. “Frost, you will not have me today,” I cried. “I will survive!”
And then it came. I could see it in the distant sky; first a dot, then as it flew closer it took shape. It was a majestic eagle, broad wings gliding over the trees, regal head, and deadly talons. Its eyes were focused on me. Friend or enemy? Only time would tell.
As I looked at the fire, there standing within its flames was the shape of a dragon. It appeared to be calling to the eagle, spewing colorful flames of orange, yellow and blue. And the eagle came. It landed about a foot away from where I was sitting. It stared intently at the dragon flame and then at me. The eagle rose again into the air and hovered over my position beckoning me to follow. So I did.
The cold tried to follow also but the fire dragon held it back with its fiery breath and crackling laugh as the eagle led me through the woods, to the river where I would find my escape and path home. I was safe.
As the eagle flew on and glided over the river, it dipped its wing to me, let out a loud triumphant sound and disappeared.
