Tipping Scales

Komodo sighed as he watched the 1st snowflake fall outside his window, his heart stinging with heat equal to his steaming mug o’ tea. He shivered in his sweater, his chair squeaking as he leaned back.

What both a beautiful & abominable sight! The crusty orange stone & sands cracked with heat suddenly iced with frosty crystals!

But as wondrous as the winter was, he knew it also meant the death o’ summer & autumn, the loss o’ warm creeks & crisp leaves.

The loss o’ dragons.

Komodo sighed ‘gain. There was nothing he could do but watch & try to enjoy as much as he could.


Cardigan, lizard, snowflake