Unnamed Enchantments -

But it will come back. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps in the silence between two heartbeats, when you are thinking of nothing at all.

These enchantments live in the small, ignored spaces. Unnamed Enchantments

And then there is the enchantment of the half-remembered dream. You wake with the shape of it on your tongue—a city of glass, a conversation with a bird, a promise made in a language you don’t speak. By breakfast, it is ash. But something lingers. A crease in the fabric of your logic. A slight tilt in how you hold your coffee cup. That unnamed enchantment does not need to be remembered. It only needs to have touched you. But it will come back

So the next time you shiver for no reason, or pause at the top of the stairs, or feel a sudden ache for a season that hasn’t arrived yet—bow your head. You have just brushed past an unnamed enchantment. It won’t stay long. It never does. These enchantments live in the small, ignored spaces