Dragon

In a jet-lag fog this elegant sculpture caught my sleep deprived eyes. I stopped under it to examine the structure closer. It  reminded of the snakes holding their tails in a well known dream which revealed the nature of the benzene molecule. Dragons have fascinated me for as long as I can remember and there was a  time in my son's earliest years when he insisted I pretend to be the dragon from Mozart's Magic Flute. He, obviously, wanted to be Prince Tamino, with the cape and sword. We repeated the opening chase scene through the dance studio, dining room kitchen and out the back door into the garden. He continued this game day after day, perfecting his sword work and his fainting at the end of the scene before the hand maidens of the Queen of the Night slayed the fire breathing beast.