Overhead, a bare branch echoes the outline of a nearby mountain…

Sunlight stretches into a dark redwood grove, illuminating a spray of leaves…

Crisscrossing cracks in city sidewalks and desert cliffs carve letters in an unknown language…

Connections are sparked, memories triggered, dreams half-arise. Something is stirring. A tingle travels up the spine and pulses through to each fingertip.

The world is a magical place. This particular place – any place – is a magical world, if we make the time to take it in…