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Tooth fairies slipping coins, Santa’s reindeer in the night sky.

As children we were told this was where life’s magic lived.

But then we grew up.

Santa wasn’t real. It was our parents slipping money beneath our pillows.

Where were we supposed to find the magic now?

We were taught to wait for sunshine and rainbows — but the sun doesn’t always shine, and rainbows only come once in a while.

We were taught to wait to live life’s magic.

But they were wrong

I grew up to love the rain — and the wind.

I remember that cold night alone with my dog when I saw my first shooting star

I remember that day it was windy and pouring rain, I was rushing to go home

Raindrops wet my hair, trickling down my skin, as the strong breeze tried to pull me back.

Still, a man was running home in the opposite direction.

We were the only ones there and we looked at each other and smiled.

The rain soaked us, the wind chilled us, but still we smiled. 

I realized this magic meant just as much.

And now that is always where I find her.

I find her in the quiet.

I find her in the waves of the ocean. In the cool, shuttering breeze against my skin as tears fall — reminding me I am powerless. Yet I am alive, so alive, all at once.

When life is loud and powerful, it feels like why we are here. 

But when life is soft and quiet, I hear her watching.

It is when I remember she is with me in all the same ways. 

And that feels like the purpose of it all too.