Whispers of Magic

Some sounds of a warm summer night fill my ears. Sounds of peepers and bullfrogs.

The hooting of an owl, calling to others.

The dance of fireflies, their annual dance of light creating an almost magical atmosphere.

A night where whispers of magic float on warm breezes mixed with scents of jasmine.

A night where the unusual could happen, a night of possibilities and dreams.

The sky above providing a canvas, the stars adding their magic to a scene that beckons, that ushers forth, thoughts.

Thoughts that coalesce into a tangible reality.

A reality that only a night such as this could birth, born from dreams and wishes.

Cast out on an unsuspecting world.