Magic Moments

There is something indescribably magical about finding oneself in a bakery on a rainy day, surrounded by warmth and the smell of freshly baked bread with Tangled music playing over the speakers. Such was the situation I found myself while I waited in a line that stretched out the door and spilled onto the sidewalk outside. As I edged toward the register, my turn nearing, I wished that the music would re-orchestrate itself and continue and I could linger a little longer in this moment.