That Song

That song came on – his song came on – and his soul snapped to attention. His doldrums fell away like so much dead skin, and he found himself smiling. His troubles felt smaller and lighter. Thunderclouds were wisps, mountains pebbles, oceans puddles to skip through splashing and laughing.

He started singing. He knew he wasn’t very good, but that night he was a virtuoso filling every note with passion and energy. Put him on stage with a band and he’d rock socks, no question. He danced across the bedroom with wild abandon, and his cat jumped out of the way with a startled cry. He laughed and picked the little menace up for an impromptu dance.

He laughed again, at nothing and everything. It didn’t matter – none of it did, none of it really ever had – and he was alive in a world where magic happened.

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