I do. I believe in it. In the art of our lives. When we speak to ourselves first thing in the bright rushing morning. The magic of belief. The kind found in the ordinary ingredients of a day + lifetime. The kind found in our working hands + our tired feet at night. The way air can carry the scent of change. I believe in magic. How to know a moment. I witnessed it here. It is amongst us. Everyday. Can you see it?
