This #tbt post was originally written on January 10, 2011.
I want something magical to happen.
Do you ever find yourself wishing that the impossible wasn’t so impossible? Do you sit at home, late at night, fantasizing about scenarios so extraordinary that they might have been penned by J.K. Rowling?
Maybe it’s because it’s the end of winter…maybe it’s because I haven’t seen beautiful, lush, green grass for a few months…or maybe it’s because it’s that time of year devoid of Christmas lights or any exciting holidays approaching. Whatever it is, I need something magical to happen. Something wonderful…and magnificent…and positively surprising.
I want to put my faith in something inconceivable. I need some kind of wonderful to waltz into my dance. I crave adventure—swashbuckling pirates, rideable dragons, magic wands, hidden worlds—something, anything to sweep me off my feet.
I want to be awed. I want to marvel. I want to be so caught up in the moment that I forget to breathe. I want to be moved.
I need a taste of summer during this long, fretful winter. I need to know that the days will speed by and the familiar breezes of spring will flit through the cherry blossoms once again. I need to revisit the smell of the wind off the lake, and soak up the aroma after a thunderstorm. I need to know I’ll find that summer sun once again.
I need to know that there’s a reason for enduring the bitter cold. I need encouragement to wait out the storm, to see where the last snowflakes fly. If braving the ice and sleet guarantees a sweet reawakening in the spring, I will gladly bare all blizzards that pass my way…because, when blizzards finish their attack, they always, always leave behind a beautiful, shining scene.
I need to believe in something wonderful. I want to believe in the impossible. I trust in a power no one can define.