Writers tend to romanticize things.
We see the world a little differently, us crafters of words. We see stories where others see puddles, meaning where others see mundane, and beauty where others see ordinariness.
When sun shines bright, wind blows strong, air is gentle, and breaths come naturally...that - that is a moment of magic.
A magic that we yearn and itch and seek to capture. A bit of beauty, of truth, of deep and secret wonder made visible in dark type or ink against blank, beautiful white.
It's a wild urge that only a writer knows, a thrum of magic, a call that beckons.
Some things are too beautiful, too deep, too strong, and too much of a wild joy to express aloud - sometimes, written words express what we cannot say, what we feel in the deepest part of ourselves, and what we do not even realize yet that we feel.
To some, that is romanticizing. Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses. But to me - and to all writers, I think - it is looking at the world exactly the way it is.
People mistakenly believe magic is a thing of legends, found only in stories, in fairy tales and myths of old. But that is not so...
Magic is all around us, in every breath, in every day, weaving together hope and joy, love and laughter, beauty and wonder. Magic is in the world beneath our feel, in the wind that tangles hair and sweeps across mountains.
It's the Good type of Magic - a magic from over the Sea, from a Lion. It's the magic that sung this world into existence, the magic that continues life, the magic that allows forgiveness and love.
It's a magic that we will never fully know here in our world. A magic that we only snatch tastes and glimpse of out of the corner of our eye as we turn or pause for the slightest moment. A magic we will only truly see and live in in another world, one better and more beautiful that this one can ever be.
A magic we will only find by going Further In and Higher Up.
That is what writers do, I think. We're magic-seekers, and when we stumble upon some, we capture it the only way we can - though words.
I'm not sure if that's romanticizing. All I know is I chase magic through stories - and I shan't ever stop. Rose-colored glasses or no.