magic

what is magic?
good question, isn't it?
is magic just a bunch of people in funny pointed hats who recited rhyming spells and cook potions of newt eyes and frog tongues?
or is it something much, much deeper? something that's lurking somewhere in the darkest corners of your soul? something that grows with you, changes you?
in my opinion, you don't have to be harry potter to see magic. it's everywhere. the way the sky glows on fire at sunset, that's magical. the smell of rain after a storm, when everything is wet and cool and clean and fresh. that's magical.
magic, i think, is something incredibly beautiful. it's a sensation that you can't quite explain. it's bright and gorgeous, but at the same time dark and mysterious. and sometimes scary.
the feeling that you get sometimes, late at night, when the only sounds are the silence roaring in your ears and a few bumps and creeks that seem to be coming from everywhere at once. there's something magical about that, too.
one of the most magical things of all is music. it seems to come from a different world entirely. there is something about music that touches your soul and pulls at your heart the way nothing else can. music can make you laugh or cry easier than anything else in the world.
music.
sometimes, music is the only way you can express yourself. music seems to be part of a different world, a world much bigger and lighter and more mysterious and much, much more magical than ours.
a beautiful song, with words that are sad and sweet and a melody that touched me. that is magic.