Pixie Dust and Galapagos

Sometimes, when you least expect it, you stumble across the most magical of times.

Such was the case on Friday, when I briefly felt as if the universe was my stage upon which I danced to the rhythm of my heart. However, the moment was elusive and the dance over long before midnight. But while I danced in an enchanted forest of curious exploration, pixie dust fell from the sky. Sparks flew.

Then reality rushed in, and with its harsh and bony fingers, it pried the magic away. But, in the frenzy of the dance, some of the pixie dust was caught in my hair and left on my skin. From its remnants I can sense a glimmer of hope for the future...Galapagos!