Day Two Hundred Six, August 16, 2011

a magical little moment

It was somewhere in Germany and it was sunset. He was looking for wild berries with the other children, when suddenly something in the air above him caught his eye. It was the golden hour and the little magical thing was glowing like gold. He ran after it and I followed the two of them, the boy and the little golden thing that flies. And then suddenly in a split second it fell directly towards him and into his open little hands. It was a flying weed, a fluffy little white parachute that somehow conspired with the breeze to make his moment a special one. Maybe it happend because children are so special, or it could have happened because something wants to keep the magic alive. I am so glad to have witnessed it…