Something rediscovered.
The other day I remembered something. It wasn't an event or a fact from long-lost high school biology. It was a feeling. I remembered how magic felt when I was little. I was reading "Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell" and the memory sort of seared through me. I stopped reading. I was suddenly very, very restless. I realized how much I had forgotten. When did my life become so complex, yet superficial? I am no longer concerned with what is actually important, but only what society dictates as important. I miss the simplicity and the innocence and the forgotten magic. There was a time when I was more in touch with nature the rhythms of life. And because of that, I was connected to the hum and the stillness. The image in my head was of a landscape dripping with rain. The storm had passed and the surreal stillness that comes after vibrated on the air. This was magic. I had forgotten about it. I'm glad I remembered it before it was too late. Yesterday was my birthday. Maybe my life is shifting its direction once more. I'm ready for it.