kayaking on a deep blue lake, picnicing on a deserted island, splashing to squeals of joy, lattes and brownies and pasta made from rapunzel’s hair, fairytales and lullabies at dusk, and tom waits as i read neil gaiman under the starlit night. a magical day full of boundless love. i am lucky. i am blessed. and i wish it for each of you, what ever magic you desire, whatever magic you require.