Magic

There is magic in this world. 
There's that second of vibration of a guitar string that has escaped from the fingers of a man in love to give the perfect sound for the ears of his beloved one. 
There are perfect mornings when you wake up and your baby, awake for some seconds before you, is waiting for you to open your eyes so you can see him smiling just because you were there when he woke up. 
There is music... like Barcarolle from the Tales of Hoffman, where notes come like sun rays, caressing you, like Aegean waves, refreshing you, like summer wind, surprising you,  like gracious swans on a lake, capturing you, like flames, burning you! 
There is Zamfir and his pan flute to transform Barcarolle into three minutes to die for. 
There is beauty, pure and unaltered, when the hands of the artist shape the clay and make it vibrant work of art.  
There is hot sand to be felt under my toes, clear water to plunge into. 
There is a perfect hug that's worth travelling thousands of miles to get it. 
There is friendship that transforms simple days in unforgettable moments. 
There are mothers that love us no matter what. 
Because there is magic in this world.