“There is a child in all of us who is not just willing to believe in the possibility that maybe fairy tales are true after all but who is to some degree in touch with that truth.  You pull the shade on the snow falling, white on white, and the child comes to life for a moment.  There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody’s voice in the hall that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears…The child in us lives in a world where nothing is too familiar or unpromising to open up into the world where a path unwinds before our eyes into a deep wood…”

from Listening to Your Life by Frederick Buechner