Here’s another dragon for mi madre. This one is elegant and graceful. This is how I remember my mother, singing in the church choir over our heads in the old church with the hard wooden pews and the kneelers that stuck against our bare knees.
The flash pushes out the picture, but sometimes that’s how her love is: shining through her, ahead of her, the first thing you see.
So bright.
The reference came from here, and the light came from her.
Keep creating,
Kate