Crual Imagination II

		Inspired by a January snowmobile trip

		The engine whines and the scenery whips
		past on both sides of my mount.
		I travel, tear-blinded by the bitter wind
		o'er shifting vistas of natural beauty.
		If I close my bleary eyes,
		I am flying, the sky-sent blanket of white
		a canopy of clouds far below me...

		But reality rears its ugly head.

		The sun is setting on my left, 
		leaving a warm, orange hue on the virgin snow
		and over my shoulder, the clouds above form
		a perfect Dragon...

		As I walk to the car,
		the tears in my eyes linger,
		though the wind blows less harshly...