Snow days really are magical. & I've been feeling all sorts of magic lately. No, not The Craft, cult-style magic (but I'd totally join a goth 90's cult). But the type of magic that comes from falling in love with life. The type of magic that comes from running around a closed-down city in a snow storm with like-minds (Erica, Laura, Spencer). Sometimes I feel crazy. Picking-up & moving to a new city with no real purpose or direction & leaving behind everyone I love for only a handful of people I know on a whim.. a feeling. But then I remember feeling is what it's all about. When I become numb & stop feeling is when I'll lose my mind. & when I lose my mind I'll lose my magic. Right now I'm living for the feels in any form & that's a beautiful thing. Right now I know I'm where I'm meant to be. I'm coming out of that deep blue & seeing a hint of the sky for the first time. Maybe seeing the world from an indefinable perspective is crazy. Or maybe it's just beautiful magic. I choose magic any day.
(Photos by Spencer Kohn)
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