The magic is the room, quiet except for my fingers sailing across the keys. Backspace, pause, and on again. I run down the clock and then write outside after the building is closed.
Already, I have a spot on the trail and the hour I planned to read there turns into two. Eventually, I lie down on the bench with my backpack for a pillow and when I look up I just see a good book and a leafy canopy against the unexpected blue sky. There is magic there.
I find it again looking out at the glassy water from a balcony restaurant, eating an impromptu dinner out with my mom. After we walk out on the pier. It’s quiet enough and the evening invites us in. We are meant to be out in the world.
I finish my book as the sun sets, tearing up at the final lines. A story about love and a little magic.
Today: Love and a little magic.
With Love,
Natalie