Magic comes in many forms.
A flash of light to the side of your vision,
Illuminating something that went unnoticed before.
Sunlight dancing on a shard of glass,
Like tiny stars caught between worlds.
A web of magic.
These moments go by so fast, they are lost
Unless you keep them in your memory
Like a pocket full of stardust.
We should try to hold on to every flash of magic,
Dancing reflections on the surface of a lake
Skimming a stone, watching it arc across the water
These are all moments of magic and long may they last…