Oh to dance the rainbow

<- I saw this clip today and it made me a little melancholic.

But once again, I start in the middle of a story.

I am a story teller, a spinner of yarns, a word smith.

I have always held to the belief that the stories choose their audience, the role of the teller relive the tale and let the magic of the story tell itself.

This strip reminded me of how much we lose, in growing up.

When the magical turns mundane and the tales just fade...

Fight the grayness friends.

Don't lose touch with the magic.

Tell your tales, sing your songs, and let the colours dance.