Misty Garrison » Gathered Fragments

day 16 | her curls

That time we escaped the messy house, left the chores undone, and gave our souls a taste of an afternoon together exploring trails which seemed to come alive with fallen leaves dancing in the wind. And your hair blowing behind you in the breeze you created on your bike was a perfect picture of how my heart felt being there in that place with all my people.

And you seemed a bit unreal to me. And a little wild. Like a dream. And I simply did not want to wake up in case I had to face a world without you. Because I have already suffered through a life where those curls did not exist, and I much prefer the magic of this moment. And the miracle of you. And your curls.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it” (Roald Dahl).

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