What feels like magic to you?
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Magic to me is running around a secret loft in Montreal with a cup on my head, hiding from my friends so they can’t shoot it off with a Nerf gun. Watching a friend napping on my couch after spending the afternoon drinking wine and dancing to music videos. Rolling the windows down past city limits and filling my lungs with thick, warm summer air. Walking around an unknown place in a snow storm. Laughing so hard the bed begins to shake when I overhear my fiancee talk gibberish in his sleep. The tips of my fingers hitting the water when I dive into the lake at my parents home.

The natural high of surrounding yourself with friends that you can truly let yourself free and knowing they feel safe around you too.