That magic you found and felt as a child never truly dies. It is always within you, covered by layers of pain and doubt that cling to you like wet clothes after rain. But sometimes you see something as ordinary as a sunset, the beauty of which is so simply extraordinary it hurts and heals to look at it. And you remember; the wonder you felt as a child to look at a sunset like this. The hope and passion and excitement for the present and the future blossoming within you as you breath in air that smells of trees and earth and blissful peace. What ever troubles you is instantly void, whatever weighs you is lifted from your soul and carried away with the gentle wind. The glorious and unassuming beauty of that sunset will give way to the dark of night, but not before it touches your eyes and allows you to truly see again.