Dragon in the Lagoon

While the city freezes in the evening mist and the asphalt is still warm from the sun, somewhere between the exhalation of the wind and the rippling of the water, he appears - the one who knows the way. Not loudly, without special effects. He just floats - almost a mirage, almost a dragon. And he whispers - not aloud, but right into your chest. It's not about control, it's about trust. Because sometimes the only compass is someone's shadow in the glare of the water and the feeling that all is not lost. Even if it seems - well, that's it, everything is lost.