Misa Edito:
We left a bit late, but unknowingly made it to the temple just in time. We joined the already assembled crowd, under a gorgeous, blue sky, making windows from the spaces between, in a sea of black hair. I realized that we were toward the back too late… afraid to move and lose my window, being too tall and too short at the same time. The dragon danced gracefully as the little men toiled anxiously and energetically beneath- the seniority visible from placement along the body and wear in the happy coat. The brilliant sun glittered off the golden body as it snaked along the crowd, gliding effortlessly through the air, enchanted by the lotus wand waved before it. The dragon’s ballet lasted but a short while, the sweat and rigorous heaving belying the ease of the flow. As it rested, poles down, little obasans and school children rushed the dragon, like teens at a concert, moving en masse to touch the golden scales- for good luck or what, I don’t know… but when in Rome…
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