I, the Dragon. What to do now?

FLYING

Okay now it's darker and the rush hour is over. People are at home, comfortably seated in front of the television, eating their drinks, drinking beer...STOP

It's now or never.

I breathe, position myself on the rock, look one last time in my valley and do and instead of making a great roar like any dragon would have done to assume its territory, I jump into the void and spread my wings.

Tears fall to my eyes because I am deprived of my instinct to roar and be fierce not like a dragon, but like a DRAGON.

Another tear falls as my first flight should have been under the sun or in a real mountain.

When my tears touched the ground, a bouquet of flowers suddenly blossomed.

Even spring has long since disappeared and autumn is here with its cloudy sky, rain and wind and gusting gusts of wind and sleet before winter.

I glide more than flying flapping my wings because I can "feel" the wind and position myself accordingly. I'm not ready for long trips but I look at the road lighting under me and fly a few hundred meters, not too high, not too low, following the peaceful draughts.

The weather channel suddenly found a dedicated fan because I am now an aircraft and a pilot. Of course I'm not wearing a microphone. And to say what? "Hello, this is Draco Airlines, I'm asking you to land for a refill. Do you have meat instead of kerosene?"

Let's stop joking.

Ahhhh the moon. What a wonderful sight. The valley and the lights are running under me and, thanks to my improved vision, I have no problems at all. In a way, I feel safer in the dark.

Yes, I have the feeling of slipping in the air but also of slipping in the darkness, of being one with the night, being the night.

I slip into the night darkness of darkness. My scales are all black, like a shadow!!!!!!!!!! And I'm not tired. It's like flapping my wings on the ground, but I move at an incredible speed. I can't feel the air, I can't resist, and I move very fast. Like a fighter plane.

The hills are moving at high speed under my feet. I am the night, I am the devourer of the day and I swallow the light in front of me.

How intoxicated! The roads, the highways wind under me.

I remember my plane trips and night landings but here I am much faster.

Something is wrong.

If I fall at that speed, I won't crash, I'll explode like a fly on a windshield.

Slow down, I have to slow down! I think so and the air resistance comes back on me and it's hard to maintain my speed in flight.

Whew, I'm stabilized now. What a thrill! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Now I can roar with all my strength. RRROOOAAAAAAR, FLAME, ROOOAAAAAR, BOOOOM THUNDER.

I am happy and free now!

Happy to fly, to fly, to fly, to be free, to be nature, to be a force of nature.

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP...

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RADIO RTL Morning Special Edition, Da da da da da ta da ta da ta taaaaa, fire the trumpets of the spoken newspaper.

Somewhere near Aachen in Germany, in the countryside, in a small village xxx.dorf A "plane" hit the sound wall and several windows were broken. Air traffic controllers say that there were no aircraft at that time and place and that it was probably an insurance fraud.

Da da da ta ta da ta taaaaaa, always the trumpets,

a man approaching his fifties, married, father of two children is missing, one of the children was in a state of deep shock and must be taken care of by a psychologist. Police believe that this engineer was working on sensitive projects and that he was abducted or eliminated. Investigations are ongoing. If you have any witnesses, please call our call centre at xx.xx.xx.xx.xx.xx.xx.xx

Weather, clear and sunny skies, a day to walk around

Sport . blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah......

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