Morning

Yesterday had sun and cold and fog.
The sun shone on my house and the part of the river near where I live.
The cold hit just as I past through the city.
The fog dropped as I got to St. Lucia.
As I rode over the Green Bridge I lost sight of the end of it.
I looked to the left and lost sight of the river as well.
I was riding through a cloud.
Trees along the river bank punctured the blanket.
My breath was hot from riding and
smoke came from my nose and mouth and for a moment, I was a dragon.
Just like I used to be.
So for a moment I was warm and the morning was cold.
It was a beautiful way to begin the day.
I'm glad I remember.