It was quiet. The river was still. Fireworks reflecting off of it's glassy surfacing. The light from sparks and moonlight allowing just enough light to write in the old leather journal. To stain the crinkled, yellow pages with black. There's no magic left in the world, so I've heard. They've just never looked in the right place.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tinkerbella94/9322576824 - Se dovessi darti un consiglio, ti direi: non lasciarti intimidire dalle opinioni altrui. Poiché solo la mediocrità cerca conferme, affronta i rischi e fa' quello che desideri. (Paulo Coelho, Aleph)