As a child, I was visited by my red dragonfly.
It would circle me with elegance and grace, then land on my outstretched finger. It would rest there, take an occasional short trip, then return to the welcoming perch I offered.
It is written that the red dragonfly is the symbol of transformation and the end of life’s illusions.
But I still have and cherish my illusions.
It is written that the red dragonfly moves between worlds.
But I am still of this world.
