The day is warmer,
reminding me of summer,
and hot sleepless nights.
Thursday elections,
what are they all about then,
I gave it a miss.
The breeze is growing,
the ground heat gets it moving,
up the sides of hills.
Dragons like it much,
the thermals help them to fly,
with their little wings.
They are rarely seen,
appearing like clouds sometimes,
on the horizon.
I have seen a few,
and felt their hot breath on me,
for a moment once.
That was enough though,
it was far away as well,
but it was intense.
Enough of fables,
that are meant for meal tables.
and drinks at the bar.
