Say It's Magic

It begins with fog so heavy and thick...I can hardly see my hand held up in front of me.
I look back. There's no beginning. Looking ahead...I find no end.

It's beautiful. It's quiet. I can't see the birds...but I know they're near.
It's too easy to get lost...to not be found. 

And then - the sun rises.
There's light. There's color. The skies reveal themselves rendered in unimaginable shades of blue.

Some say it's magic. 
Maybe. 
Just maybe.
It is.