Deep in the lake, over a fallen leaf hangs like a blue thread vanished and trite. A doldrum of winged hour that dropped from nowhere, he clasped my heart and captured my thoughts. To others, he was just a lone, blue dragonfly resting on a yellow, fallen leaf. To me, he's a refuge.
I was told: "You're such a blessing, you know that? I'm fortunate to have a good friend like you."
The head is such an exaggerated place. It hits you right even before real things happen.