*One night last winter, my friend and I had a crazy teenager thought:
We should go be ninjas. At midnight. Barefoot.
This made sense in our crazy teenage minds, so we did. We pulled on ski masks and ran outside in the snow until we couldn't feel our feet. Here is what it felt like.*
Listen
Hear the Cinderella gong of the clock
Midnight
The moment when tomorrow decides to overthrow the moon's dark reign.
It's time.
We are thieves, shadows in the moonlight
Eyes glinting like stars
We run
Our bare feet silent as a cat's,
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Through the snow.
The raindrops from the clouds above
are wearing their best white dresses,
dancing a midnight waltz through the air.
I can almost hear them sparkle.
We are wisps of smoke,
gliding up and down the silent street.
We leap through the frozen grass,
we dance among the falling stars.
We observe the soft glow of street lamps,
and compare them to the one in Narnia,
a place where time slows, and childhood lasts
forever.
We imagine evil spirits pursuing us,
and we engage them in a historical battle between good and evil,
full of sacrifice and loss.
We use our powers and fly
close to the ground,
so close that we can feel the snow that had already laid on the ground to rest
jump up and embrace us once more.
We enter NeverLand.
We are invincible.
We shape-shift,
and we are ninjas of the night,
ski masks pulled tight
over frozen faces.
We teleport from place to place,
laughing at our enemies' confusion.
We dance in the moonlight.
Our breath clouds the air,
and our toes are blue with cold,
but we do not stop.
In reality,
we are only human,
and in the human world,
miracles and superpowers are rare happenings.
But at this moment,
this pause in time,
when the clock takes a breath,
we can be anything and everything we want to be.
This is the moment for magic.
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