Magic

Some days - especially on days like these - I dream in technicolor.
The grey skies are blue.
The horses - I imagine - are happily dancing unicorns.

They remind me of childhood’s innocence…of joy…of laughter…of light.
I like to think that they’re here to remind me that we’re never too old.

Watch her smile. Hear her giggle.
It’s contagious - isn’t it?

I named her Magic.