HidddenSoul

     I am standing on a dock. The sun is setting, a simple design of colors spread out against the sky. And as I look down (because you do have to look away from the sun, duh), I see that magic is real. Magic and sirens and mermaids and knights and dragons and fairytales are all real because there are magical sparks shining on the water. It is magic. It is golden treasure down below from a sunken pirate ship. It is pixie dust and Peter Pan’s under the dock chasing his shadow. It is a golden path and I wondered if I could follow it and stand under the sun.     On the other side of the dock, away from the sun, the sky is purple and the