I saw a water dragon.
Never heard of them, have you? Or if you did it’s only because you saw one on the cover of some book that kid with the bad haircut in your geometry class was always carrying around. You’d never read stuff like that, so you wouldn’t know what a water dragon looks like.
But I do—I’ve seen one.
Actually, I only saw part of it, really, today when I found its lair. It’s called The Kiama Blowhole, which is such a terrible name for anything remotely touristy it should have given the dragon away, right? But no one else seemed to realize it was the home of one of the largest of all the dragons in the southern hemisphere!
|The famous Snorting Water Dragon of Australia!|
But I have—I’ve seen it. Or part of one, anyway.
Actually, I didn’t s much see it as hear it. It was rolling around in its lair as it slept, half-submerged in its water-cave. He snorted water into the air, through the hole in the top of his cave, booming as he breathed in the surf. But how could it have been anything else?
Oh I suppose you could believe that the tide comes into this volcanic rock formation where, due to the pressure of the water and the odd shape of the grotto it splashes into, the waves spring up a little higher than normal, misting into the air and spraying the rocks with the sea. You could believe that. Your choice, really.
(wow my blogging has been terrible recently, hasn’t it? In my defense, I’ve been furiously planning my next couple of steps. They are now mapped out and hopefully I’ll have time to write less random, more substantial updates. Hang with me!)