Silent magic

Sometimes magic does not come in the noise of a thunderstorm and not in a flash of lightning. It slips in the breath of the wind, in the touch of water to the skin, in the barely perceptible feeling that you are standing on the border of two worlds.

This feeling is like looking through a half-open door. There, beyond the threshold, something is calling, but you don’t know if you should step over. It doesn’t shout, doesn’t beg, doesn’t demand. Just Waiting.

At such moments, the heart speaks more quietly than a whisper. It doesn’t argue with reason, it doesn’t fight doubts. It just knows.

And if you allow yourself to froze, slow down your breath, feel the world with your fingertips - you can hear a miracle happening...