To witness thousands of miracles, she speaks in flowers, serenades, or the birds. I almost missed the conversation. Softly chiming in, too softly even, magically high and sweet. She knows the little twisted path across the sky where all the answers are stored.
This feels like a trap…
“Well, you’re already in one! Why bother if you can’t do anything about it?” she shrugs.
I nod slowly with a sense of surrender, unable to deny the truth in her words. She has a point there.
How can I lose when i’m so sincere?
“Sincerity is the greatest strength to overcome any obstacle, no matter how daunting they are.”
But —
“Hey, let’s not dwell on the buts’!
Besides, there is no charm equal to the sincerity of the heart.”
I let out a smile. How I wish to have her wisdom.
“You wish you do— don’t you?” she smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She waves her golden wand from right to left, making a circle round my head. Just as the clock strikes three.
