Magic

Magic

   Mystic clouds and rainbows, the sea with its vast and infinite universe of algae and fish, the golden burning sand under your feet. The mountains with their bold peaks, the rivers flowing endlessly, the green fields that smell like grass. Pops of color from delicate flowers. This is Magic.

   The sunrise with its stunning red, orange, yellow and pink. The eyes of your child filled with wonder and love – in its purest form. The touch of his little hand while he smiles at you, rosy cheeks and laughter. This is Magic.

   The rain on a sizzling August day. The snow that falls down on Christmas. The smell of the Christmas tree and the glitter of its decorations, waiting for you to come home. This is Magic.

   The fresh home-made bread on the table. The taste of summer in slice of watermelon. The first day of the summer holiday. The subtle texture of the marshmallows. A kiss. This is Magic.

   There is magic in the smallest of things. In the most insignificant gestures. There is magic in your eyes each time you love and hope and dream. There is Magic in words, if they are well written or well spoken, there is magic in wisdom as well as in jokes. Sometimes, even in tears there is Magic.

   So what is the reason for being so blind? How can we not see? How can we not accept this as true?

Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” (Roald Dahl)

Love. Magic. Words. Life. Just open your eyes and your soul.

Lots of sunshine to you all!

Near 40 Dana

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