This day never begins

The rollicking hemorrhage in my brain scans a place and settles. The drifting thoughts wave by and offer their condolences to whom ever they forgot. Once drunk and stoned I was told to go look at snake resting on a piece of santaric wood. Being colorblind, I couldn't see the damn thing amidst the pail sun and water-bleached bed for where-on it was resting, until it slipped it's scaly body into the pocket of un moving water. There upon I notice it's mate, perhaps, fleeing from me and then it returned and headed towards me in a motive of protection. I was in awe for a moment as I stood and greeted this small scale dragon...I say dragon because of it's head. Blockily built and brave and timelessly mythic.