smagik

Because I can’t think of one word that encompasses all I wish for you, for us, in 2025,

I will make up a new one.

It is the color of bubblegum.

Smells of mint, but also a little like fresh cut grass.

This word is the sound of your sister’s laugh and feels like waking up refreshed just before your alarm.

It feels like care and confidence, the relief of having chosen curiosity and adventure over fear.

It creates rather than consumes.

The coolness of the underside of your pillow on a warm summer night.

A love bomb filled with gold glitter that gets all over your clothing, your couch, and the seats of your car. You try and fail to vacuum it away.

When you finally realize the only way out is through and you say yes to the dance and the reality of what is.

What is that word?

love.