I woke up extremely early after a dreamless night, refreshed for a change; my nocturnal activities often exhausted me more than my waking life. I lingered in bed listening for a few seconds. The rest of the house was silent. I yawned, stretched, and decided to take advantage of the early hour. With a sudden burst of energy, I kicked the covers aside and padded barefooted to a small desk. This kind of magic I felt comfortable with, this kind of magic I could perform. I lost myself in the craft of writing, spent a few hours working on my article, and time dissolved. Outside my window, dawn broke through darkness, tearing an orange seam through a violet sky. I paused in my work, watching raptly until the light show was over. If anyone, it's Mother Nature who excels effortlessly in magic.
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