something magical || a goodbye [for a little bit] post

something in this world

yet so special in its own way

something that's beautiful

something way past its day

something from the old times

and yet still here

those are the kind of things

that i hold dear

One of my dreams is to live in an old Victorian-type house with turrets and a big spiral staircase and secret passageways. Doesn't that just sound like fun? :) I love old things--old trunks, old houses, old compasses, old watches... I love them. There's something special around them. Almost magical, if you think about it that way.

something old

and yet so new

something that's wonderful

for me and you

there's something magical

magical, i say, yes, magical

something magical about that house

that old house

the one on the hill

all alone

so beautiful

white, reflecting rays of sun

gray, reflecting beams of moon

there's something magical

magical, i say, yes, magical

something magical about that house

the turrets

with windows

where i could look out

the spiral staircase

where i could go up

and stare down again

the secret passageways

full of mystery

full of promise

surprises waiting at every turn

the old library

full of books

whispering books

beckoning books

there's something magical

magical about it all

Have you ever felt that kind of "magic" when you're around old things? Have you ever felt that urge to grab a notebook and pen and run away into an old attic, sit in the corner by the window, sunlight streaming through the partly cracked window, and just write a story? Ah, that sounds like heaven to me. I would love to do something like that. If I ever get my old Victorian house, I'm going to have my room in the attic, and I'm going to do exactly that.

i sit in the corner

sunlight streams

through the window

making beams of light

across the floor

scribblings of the pen

across the paper

a story is being written

don't disturb me

music from a bird

comes through the window

cracked with age

i smile

i write

i live

i love

What's your dream house? What things do you dream about? What do you think about old things? What kind of "magic" have you found in your life? What kind of things make you feel like the world is magical in a way?

farewell || goodbye

it's just for a week

[thank you, guest posters]