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Awakening

I find myself filled with the sense of wonder I had as a child. The world truly was my oyster, and there was magic around every corner. I'm starting to see things in that light again — shimmering, vibrating, hopeful. Everything filled with a life of its own, a story, a song.

A few nights ago I dreamed I was 15 and living at the house in Beckley. I went out on the deck and saw the woods stretching out before me, the hillside leading down and back up the back yard, the trees absorbing my troubled soul. The sky shone blue like some strange glowing dark flower, the air filled with iridescence. Just to stand on that old wood again, high above the ground, looking out upon all that was — I felt like a king surveying the kingdom, and all was well.

After that dream, I've noticed that I'm... noticing. I'm seeing magic in ordinary things. It's been a long time since I've had that feeling — years. I've missed it. It reminds me what is truly important and what isn't, and as it turns out, most of the day-to-day crap in life isn't. I've known this all along, I suppose, but time makes you forget and things get in the way. Those things are nothing more than distracting illusions, and illusions do not magic make.

I see a trip to the library in my near future. I have to remember how this is done. I have to chase — and catch — this butterfly. Things are bubbling to the surface of my mind again. Now it's just a matter of tapping the spring... and taking a drink.

It's delicious.


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