"The world is full of magic
things, patiently waiting for
our senses to grow sharper."
~W.B. Yeats
So love me the word magic!
Everywhere you look, it's all
around us!
Dew on grasses, sandwiched
'twixt and 'tween sunrises and
sunsets . . . ever a fave.
Clouds in the sky, telling their
own tales out of school. Stars
at night, overwhelming the soul.
An unexpected visit from an
old friend. The gift of flowers,
a bottle of wine to share . . .
Above, I said something about,
everywhere you look . . . The
problem might just be that we
look, but don't necessarily see.
We're so busy, rushing to the
next place we have to be, that
commitment we must attend to,
the job to be worked . . .
Perhaps 'tis the word busy that
amounts to blinders. And thus,
we miss all that beautiful magic
out there . . .
Alas . . .
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