"I have a trick. Do you want to see it?" She lined up her unblinking blue eye behind the camera's LCD screen. The blue eye that, for those moments, could be seen but not see. Not except what she could always see that I couldn’t: dragons everywhere. The blue dragon that propelled my mobility scooter. The giant dragons whose tails we'd see out the train window that other people thought were hills rising from the New Mexican desert. White puffy dragons disguised as clouds overhead. And who's to say she was wrong? Not I. Not this grandmotherly figure who listened with awe to the wisdom of a child, an almost 11 year-old who seemed sprung full-grown from the loins of the sages. Oh no, who am I to say dragons don't exist? Just because I can't see them doesn’t mean they aren't there. Ask Adrienne.