The Fairy Queen filled the cave with starlight. Sleeping dragons awakened and stretched their wings, exhaling puffs of smoke, stamping soot into the ground with their talons. Outside raindrops fell, ocean waves crashed, lightning sizzled along the horizon. “Awaken and rise, dear ancient friends, it is time for you to emerge,” the Queen said. “It is time for you to help rebuild the kingdom.” She hovered to where the eldest dragon still slept, her wings glowing, her silver wand drawn, leaving a trail of magic dust behind her. With a wave and a twirl, a soft light rested over the dragon’s eyes, beckoning them to open after a decade’s long sleep.


Life is like climbing a mountain, you take it moment by moment, one step at a time. And you might pause to admire flowers and baby birds along your trail. And you might have hard moments where you struggle to hold on. And you might have moments of bliss where you realize how far you’ve come. And hopefully along the way, you have someone climbing with you. Then you reach the top and drink in an amazing view, the light of gratitude radiates from you. You have climbed this mountain, and you are ready to conquer the next one.