The magic of fairies and snowmen deep in a summertime forest, leading the way to tiny cabins offerng gentle music, pillowed couches, and cookies.
The magic of summer storms and crashing hail, loud enough to halt everyone’s work so we could stare out the windows of our office.
The magic of a deep blue backyard pool and a body that actually yields to a bathing suit this year.
The magic of bog walks where we find dainty mushrooms, tiny turtles and beaver paths.
The magic of discovering snapchat, of matinee movies, and ice cream dates.
The magic of turning a fat fuzzy string into something wearable and warm.
The magic of summer.