In this story,
the doorway to magic
is a moment of stillness
when you step out of time.

It is moss beneath bare feet,
a hummingbird, brilliant, beside you
the wind running across your skin
your lips running along a collarbone
or a belly.

It is the parking lot where your marriage dissolves
while the prairie grass sways to a distant song.
It is the first breath beyond your stories
and your fear.

It is standing, blankly, alone,
facing the ocean,
facing death.

It is the moment you truly see
sunlight through leaves
and remember…everything.

It is meeting someone’s eyes
a second longer than you can stand,
a hand on your chest
to hold the moment.

It is exquisite
it is unbearable
it is joy—
it is Home.