Sometimes the world takes on a kind of magic for me.
I feel it in the quietest moments.
When I can hear passing traffic on the street.
When I see children playing in the sun.
When life slows down so much that I fiddle with my hair, then fiddle with it again.
I wrap my fingers round clumps of it, twisting and pulling, fastening and pinning.
Then I let it all out again, fluff it up.
All while pollen rises and bicycles churn.
I wrote yesterday about the pleasure that can be found in boredom.
Another word for this is flow.
Sometimes you just have to enter into the nothingness of a day and hold it close.
In closing your eyes and inhaling the matter of each moment, you find the magic.
Much love Txx