Moment of Quiet Magic

Perhaps it's the day before my final exams. Perhaps it was the warm lunch at church. Perhaps it was the calming evening last night. Perhaps it was the fresh air. Perhaps it was Sunday. But whatever it was, it was a moment of quiet magic.

Standing there sipping the espresso as the rain fell on a Sunday afternoon.

There was nothing in my mind but the perfection of that moment as the warm panacea touched my lips and the rain falling on a quiet campus. It was just magic. Quiet magic.

That's what life is made of. Little bits of these quiet magical moments. I hope you have one yourself soon.

colours of hope | marrakech, maroc

Uncle T