Serendipity

"Maybe it was you who should have had
the Prince," said the old woman.

"Yes, indeed, I should have been
the one," said the girl.


Illustration, East of the Sun & West of the Moon
Kay Nielsen

I had a package delivered today by a mail carrier I'd never seen...on a postal holiday no less. The doorbell rang and there she was. She hands me the package, says Merry Christmas, and drives away. So you wonder why I believe in magic? I believe in magic because I whispered a name into the new spring air under the light of a Storm Moon, the name of the person whose gift, whose perfect-beyond-words-wonderful gift, was delivered to me on Christmas day when the mail does not even run. It's days like this that I am more certain than ever that I really did find him up there in the stardust.