all that remains

Then there was last night in the meditation meeting, after the meditation when people were speaking, and I considered speaking to fill a silence, when this thought came to me – I have one foot out the door, so why speak? Not five seconds later I realized that wasn’t it. In fact, I know I have both feet and both arms and my whole body out the door. Completely out. All that remains of me, there in the room, is my tail. And my tail is long and powerful.

This is a story shining its light on exactly where I am this morning. Told from the perspective of a dragon.