Magic

[Max]

Writers strive for a certain kind of magic trick. It's not just the seduction of suspense, romance or excitement, it's the little pieces in between that make for magic; the warm summer breeze caressing your hair, gliding over a sun-kissed shore so the sunlight slimmers on the water's surface; soft, distant light in the rain at night making the droplets shimmer like falling crystals; the tint of blue twilight over a purple and golden sunset, like malaise and joy meeting in sombre sanctity; the calm sweetness of loneliness giving presence to the silent screams of frustration; the soothing hush before the storm washes the heat away, the way life gently but persistently cleanses us of the thrills and the hopes as time passes into the abyss of history...these things are all around us, all the time, and remind us we're alive. That's the magic we strive for.