Magic.

On Friday,

I went to a concert

where everyone sat on the floor

and snuggled up with blankets

under a canopy of draped fabric

and Chinese lanterns

and dreamy, quiet music.

It felt like

I was inside

a magic lamp.

So naturally,

I asked myself

what it is

that makes something feel magical.

That night,
some of the magic
came from

twinkling white lights
and from

soft voices

that growl lowly from

the back of the throat.

But what I ultimately decided

is that

really, really liking something

is the only thing

you need

to create magic.

Whenever I really, really like something,

there's a soft golden glitter

around my heart

when I think about it.

Magic.