twisting light.

sometimes i find little pockets of magic in ordinary days

moments that feel like sunlight folding itself around me

and i like to linger there

long enough to remember them

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twisting light

oh there were mornings

that smelled like toast and wind and laughter

that i keep spinning in my head

like a coin catching the sun

and maybe the sun winked at me

or maybe i just imagined it

and i don’t care

i remember someone humming

or maybe it was me

and it floated through the air like smoke

and i tried to catch it

but it slid through my fingers

and landed in my hair

or maybe in the leaves outside

and i thought, how curious

that something so small

can feel like a treasure chest

just sitting there

waiting

and now i see it too

in the corner of my living room

in a shadow stretching across the floor

in a breeze that slips under the door

tiny magic tucked in ordinary things

and i laugh at myself

because isn’t that what the world does

keeps sprinkling little secrets

for anyone who will notice

and maybe i notice a little too much

but i like that

because it makes me feel

like i can still dance

with those moments

even when they are gone

and i spin them around

in my chest

like confetti

like fireflies in a jar

and it is enough

and it is bright

and the past and the present

both fold together

soft and strange and lovely

and i keep twirling

just to see how far it goes

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thank you for spinning through this little moment with me

i hope you find your own pieces of magic today

and let them twirl around your chest for a while