Lithigos

 Much of my life in recent years has been spent relearning the joys of childhood, rediscovering some of its magic with a new appreciation and perspective offered by the trials of adulthood.  Pondering on the topic, I am reminded of a period of life where the magic I experienced was theoretical, a fantasy I could escape to, hidden away in my loft away from my trauma. It was odd, being so in tune with the magic I knew existed but being so removed from it. But it was a necessary thing, as the perspective it now lends strengthens the force of the wonder I can now feel. It's always been found in little things, like the excitement of coming home from the library with a stack of new books to read, pulling myself away from a book only to be drawn back moments later; it's in the wind in the treetops, in sun on the water, in the shadows of the woods at sunset. It's in the echo of sadness I feel as I dance in the rain, and in the sly quiet of the house in the middle of the night. It i...