i've always dreamed big. the reality is that i'm a cautious person, learned behavior rather than my nature. but the Dragon had taught me that with him i could go anywhere. he would keep me safe. he would let me be who i was meant to be and do whatever i wanted. what i wanted was to go to two places. Tintagel Castle and the Isle of Skye.
i've always liked ancient places. there's an enduring spirit that is almost sentient and can give reserved people like me strength by simply breathing the air.
i found the photos above on a google search. the first is Tintagel and the second is the Old Man of Storr on Skye Island. the Dragon shared my love and fascination and had promised we'd go. i've been so down lately, for the last 8 + months, just since his death, so i thought i'd post something pretty. a dream of mine. something i am crossing my fingers and hoping someday i get to do. it's not a realistic dream in my current situation but we have to have dreams. it's what kept my Dragon going during his long years as a Marine and he was having, in the venacular of the Corps, a "bad day." to keep himself going, he said he imagined beautiful, lonely places where he could breathe and quiet himself.
Tintagel and the Isle of Skye represent two of these places. Austere beauty that will seep into my soul and, in a ephemeral way, bring me closer to my Dragon. i'll take my own photos and pretend he is behind me, beside me, and then i'll imagine that when he isn't looking, i'll take his picture. i'll pretend so hard that i will see him. he'll really be there. i mean, it's Tintagel Castle, the birthplace of King Arthur. what better place to believe you can see a Dragon?