fyresprite

I find myself waxing remenisant as the autumn procedes. There is something just out of reach. On the tip of my tongue. Just out of grasp that I cannot bring into fruition. It escapes me. It's not that I'm lured by it. It is simply something I once had that has gone missing. No not my mind although it's a close second. It's a spark of magick that I cannot seem to replace in my heart. I do not feel cold or somber. I feel fine. But there is something missing and I cannot seem to place it. I've tried so many things over the summer to remember what it was or how it made me feel before. It's so elusive yet I can almost taste it. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of a feeling that reminds me and then it's gone. Have you seen it?