by nacreouslights

palms, pain.There is something about this time of year that makes me believe in magic. I find myself drifting into childhood fantasies of fairies and witches and the autumn air seems to be almost alive. I am pulled toward the forest where magic seems to wait, brewing, until someone comes and sets it free.

Whether or not you believe in magic, it is hard to deny the feeling of excitement it can bring. The sight of the moon shining through thin clouds makes the air feel a little colder and the flickering of candlelight on the walls of a dark room can send shivers down the spine.

As the days grow colder and the nights grow longer, allow yourself to believe, if only for a second, that magic is all around.