chuckebloom

I believe there is magic in everything. It is found in every blade of grass waving in the breeze on a Summer’s day. You can feel it where rain drops wash your skin. It is heard in early morning bird song and the rustle of leaves as a squirrel forages in the Autumn. Firelight and shadow dance an enchantment under a gibbous moon. This magic is within the reach of our fingertips and as close as the end of our nose.