It is the time of magic, the night alive with stars and meteors of invitation. Last night I went outside to sit with the stars and entrance on the dance of dark. I came in and read The Velveteen Rabbit.
Perhaps you have a copy of this book on being 'real". If not, you can snuggle up with a blanket, and like a child, listen as Meryl Streep reads it to you. Enchantment sparks the air.