Do you have tiny moments that you can remember - fleeting little bits of moments that were genuinely magic? Maybe you recall the light hitting a field just so, or the cool air of dusk walking with a friend, or maybe a bit of a stone that looked special and you put it in your pocket. Do you keep those little memories not as major events but as little hints and clues and hopeful dashes of something magical that threads through your life?
What do those tiny magic moments look like in your imagination? How do they exist in your head as keys to small pools of happiness that you can draw from when life seems dull and dreary? Maybe for you - like for me - you can imagine them as glowing runes and...