The Witching Hour

We danced around in the moonlight yelling things we didn't understand in hopes we could make our dreams come true. We held hands and felt the cold on our faces, we made our own spells and breathed them into the quiet hour. Maybe it didn't change a thing, maybe all we did was disturb the silence, but it was beautiful in a way removed from every day life. You and I, together, it feels like.... magic.