HOME | DD

Description
Magic moments are when you're moved. It's when you're moved out of your ordinary perspective. It's when you've stumbled into the light of a new star that's twinkling in the dark sticky blue sky. You gaze upward and the mystic angelic light breathes into you. It's a cold reawakening, a rebirth. It's when you take that leap of faith. You're standing on a cliff blanketed with a family of grass. The clouds are gliding over and past you on that limited plane. You peer over and see the deep easy blue ocean and its soft foam. You lean farther, testing gravity. It's when you think; even if I can't fly I'll land somewhere worthwhile. Magic moments are when you remember. You hear the steady drum beat of that one rain drop memory, splashing carelessly on your glossy window bedroom. It's simple and significant, and there is an eternity of them. A magic moment is when you move on. You've been trapped in a bamboo forest of struggles and you finally decided to step out of it; onto new ground. A magic moment is when you look past your own shoulders and see the twinkling city lights cluttered together in the valley at night. The wind pulls your hair across your face, and you let it. You're transfixed and acquiescent. You realize there is more. There's more to look forward to.

Description
Magic moments are when you're moved. It's when you're moved out of your ordinary perspective. It's when you've stumbled into the light of a new star that's twinkling in the dark sticky blue sky. You gaze upward and the mystic angelic light breathes into you. It's a cold reawakening, a rebirth. It's when you take that leap of faith. You're standing on a cliff blanketed with a family of grass. The clouds are gliding over and past you on that limited plane. You peer over and see the deep easy blue ocean and its soft foam. You lean farther, testing gravity. It's when you think; even if I can't fly I'll land somewhere worthwhile. Magic moments are when you remember. You hear the steady drum beat of that one rain drop memory, splashing carelessly on your glossy window bedroom. It's simple and significant, and there is an eternity of them. A magic moment is when you move on. You've been trapped in a bamboo forest of struggles and you finally decided to step out of it; onto new ground. A magic moment is when you look past your own shoulders and see the twinkling city lights cluttered together in the valley at night. The wind pulls your hair across your face, and you let it. You're transfixed and acquiescent. You realize there is more. There's more to look forward to.