Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own. Life doesn’t need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn’t hurt.) It’s nice knowing I have this one last scuppy if I ever need to whip up some peacock footprints—literal or figurative—but maybe I’ll just end up keeping it as a souvenir. Who knows? Saving it for a rainy day, I text back to Karou,
