Do you remember that moment in childhood where you still barely believed you were magic? Reality was starting to leak in, first a trickle at two or three. Then a rising tide at four or five. But still you sandbagged it. Reality could be beat. The right spell. The right star to wish on. The right SHOES. Blow out the candle and make a wish.
I wish to stem the tsunami tide of time and reality. For another glowing moment to believe in magic. To believe in my ability to take flight.