Some days are magical.
Some days are mundane.
But every day has a spark of beauty.
The lightning illuminating the vast sky.
The crackle spring's last snows beneath my feet.
A kiss on the forehead.
A sweet glance between friends.
In these moments, routine melts away and I really feel.
Contentment and longing, joy and melancholy.
It does not matter.
I feel alive.
My heart beats a story, a secret for the soul.
I feel the rush of the world fill my lungs with vibrance.
My eyes open to a twist in my story.
Who knows where it will lead?