Imagine what it would be like if every leaf on every tree had a word written on it. I wondered that today as I was walking to my car, all the leaves flying about, or lying in watery puddles. Just think of the poetry that you could write from a pile of leaves, such random beautiful poetry. And the stories that one tree could tell through its leaves! I almost wish it were so. What words would be worthy enough to be inscribed on a leaf? And would certain types of trees have different categories of words, or would it be random?

I can only imagine such things.

I can’t remember how I got thinking about this. My mind works in odd ways. I try to see things in a way that would make it more fun, or unique. Or magical. I’ve been writing a lot lately and my fantasy world keeps trying to crawl into my normal everyday life. And vice versa. I am constantly looking at the world I live in as if it were a fantasy, or could be. Some days it is, and others it’s not. I live for both, as each holds its own mysteries, and every moment is alive and full of energy.

Look at your world, and find the magic in it. I dare you. And then tell someone about it.