I sensed her before I even knew what the hell sensing was. Her magic didn’t feel prickly like needles. Naw, hers felt like the sun finding me in the darkest of shadows. It felt like a Spring Fling Fair on a Saturday night where you ride the Ferris wheel. Or dipping into a pool and floating for the first time. Her magic felt like the city lights kissing the belly of the stars, and Christmas morning, waking up to a pine tree swollen with presents. In her own words, her magic was like believing in the impossible again.
