quiet magic

…all she knew of tenderness was how much she wanted it.

— Stephen Dunn, from Tenderness.
The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
— Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
seeing bouquets of flowers en route to being gifted to someone. the first day of the year when you can shed your winter coat and wear the pink one you bought on a whim while in england. watching (and being part of) airport reunions. sharing a bottle of wine with a friend from high school and talking about how it feels like nothing has changed since graduating seven years ago. bookstores on a saturday night. rediscovering music that reminds you of summer and that time you felt light and spent the summer nights dancing away. baths that last well over an hour. life-changing chats on the floor of an empty, unfurnished apartment. seeing friends let go of whatever it was that was holding them back and lean in towards bigger, better, brighter things. the way certain names taste when you say them. the way certain names sound when you hear them. the way certain names make your skin feel like its on fire. new faces. reminders that you have a village of people behind you ready to cheer you on. when you realize how all of the dots connected in all of the right ways, even if it didn't seem like that at the time. opening your window and letting the air get into every nook and cranny. that first sip of coffee. finding something you read a few years ago and it still feels as powerful as it did when you first read it. changing, growing, and beginning to bloom like the flowers and buds on the trees in the spring. 

when you realize that it is better to see life as a series of small, quiet, magical moments instead of only focusing on the big events. there is magic in the quiet moments in our lives. continue to seek it out. 
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