Magic

I talk about magic a lot, I think. I guess it's just one of those things for me.

I love finding magic in every day life, objects moments and people. Because I truly believe it's there. Everywhere.

And even with it being so prevalent in my life I don't feel like it loses meaning, I think it magnifies it.

I love the way time seems to stop when I can watch a bird swoop down from the sky, land in a puddle and splash its wings in the murky water.

When I when was hiking up to see Delicate Arch this past weekend, I loved watching the way the tree shadows danced across the rock faces, or the way a rainbow spread across the sky above the Arch.

But one magical moment on the trail that really touched me was as I neared the top. I was hiking by a group of Asians most of the trail. They would stop and take a few photos, and I would pass them, then I would stop to snap some shots and they would pass. We went back and forth most of the hike. Towards the top, the trail rounded the side of the mountain and the trail was a little precarious. One guy out of the group, who seemed to be in his early 20's, took the hand of a little girl, maybe around 11 and said "I'll take care of you Sara."

My heart melted.

And he did take great care of Sara.

That was magic.

And it's e everywhere, those moments that make us pause. The moments, people, sites that steal our breath.