some days are more magical than others.
but i doubt the author of love sees it that way.
not that magic and wonder and awe are words too small for the divine force,
'just that i can't take it all in as a human in the linear world.
and yet, it is enough just to stand in the sand and breathe
with the rise and fall of the waves,
and to feel all the magical wonderful awesomeness of this day
and the pounding and crashing and starry bliss of the coming night.