I walked outside this evening, and looked up at the sky…and it was so clear. So, so clear, like the little rainstorm we had at the very end of the afternoon had cleansed the sky or something like that. So many points of silver in the star-host…so bright and magical…something almost holy, mystical, sparkling scintillas of wonder. I just stared and stared and stared, enraptured.
And I felt it. That memory stirring. The old wonder, my old self. Just for a breath, but it was there.
There is magic all around, still. I think it’s just a matter of stopping, breathing in, letting go, and opening your eyes.
“All light is sacred to the Eldar, but the Wood Elves love best the light of the stars … It is memory, precious and pure. I have walked there sometimes, beyond the forest and up into the night. I have seen the world fall away and the white light forever fill the air…”
— Tauriel, The Desolation of Smaug
