When the world began to feel a little too gray, I started walking. Sometimes on these otherwise ordinary walks I would notice something that felt special. Mundane pieces of the landscape, arranged just so, beckoned me to come closer, to look longer. These seemingly ordinary spaces became portals to something extraordinary: the space between day and night, between known and unknown, and between here and there. In these liminal spaces, I found magic. I decided to let go of my rules and I dove into this world of magic. I let myself remember what it felt like to play outside as the sunlight faded away; I let myself linger in the space between reality and imagination, delighting in symphonies of color and bursts of neon brushstrokes. I saw that even here and now, there is beauty to relish in, joy to surrender to, and magic hiding in plain sight.