Sentences with phrase «magical about the light»

There is something pretty and magical about lights at Chrustmas.

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What's so magical about morning light?

There's something about a twinkling light in the winter that is just magical — Christmas lights, starlight, candles, luminaries.

After writing so much about my beloved over the knee boots in my latest post, I obviously had to show you a new autumn look with my favorite boots ever.:) I took the pictures yesterday near the harbor in Hamburg and it was a sunny, yet foggy day, and the light was somehow magical.

There's just something so magical about that bright light that bounces of the sky high buildings, illuminating the streets below.

This is my favourite time of the year, even though I'm not a huge fan of low temperatures and running nose, there is something magical about the crisp cool air and Christmas lights around town.

There's something truly magical about finding the right light.

Normally, i'm not too excited about trying new colors (I simply love light and neutral shades), but rust tones seem to have something magical this summer!

This magical time of the year when they turn on the lights in the center of the city, the time when you simply can't pass by a Christmas market without buying something, the time when I go mad on buying decorations and sweets and the last but not least the time when I have to think about my Christmas party outfit.I love dressing up on Christmas, but don't get me wrong, by dressing up I mean putting on some ankle boots with track sole, a red 60s inspired dress and a super cozy oversized coat.

This magical time of the year when they turn on the lights in the center of the city, the time when you simply can't pass by a Christmas market without buying something, the time when I go mad on buying decorations and sweets and the last but not least the time when I have to think about my Christmas party outfit.

I am not sure if it is aided by the light as well, but their is something magical about that combination of the pink shirt and the gold jewellery.

Called «Urban Light», it's a collection of street lamps grouped together on Wilshire, and something about it is, yes, magical.

For all the CGI light shows and magical whizbangery the movies have delivered over the years, the series is finally about human frailty in the face of organized darkness.

We also have: Lisa Silverthorne's Isabel's Tears, a novel about a magical inn; Dayle A. Dermatis» Waking the Witch, a gothic mystery novel with some paranormal elements and a light romance; Kelly Washington's The Pale Waters, the first novella in a four - part epic journey; Erica Lyon's Hot Waters, a steamy sea adventure novel; and New York Times bestselling author Kristine Kathryn Rusch's The War and After, five historical fantasy stories of magic and revenge.

This is a «magical» new novel about Father Time that casts the fairy - tale figure in a new light: as the person who first attempted to track time.

So here's a sampling of YA lit — including dystopian science fiction, magical realism and contemporary realistic fiction — that explores questions about teens, bodies and decision making.

There is just something magical about the sparkling lights, the crisp winter air, the smell of cinnamon and spices, and the sound of fresh snow crunching beneath my feet.

The Game Boy Advance outing skews much younger, discarding possible stories of doomed nobles and dark secrets in favor of a lighter tale about misfit kids warped to a magical realm full of colorful creatures and too - perfect wish fulfillment.

Several of us got together to talk about Light Fall on Nintendo Switch, a platformer where you use the power of the Shadow Core to spawn magical boxes under you feet that allow you to face challenges and create your own path through each level.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

The painting — very beautiful, highly realistic and almost classical in its restrained realism and crisp light — seemed to sum up everything that was glamorous, talented and magical about the decade that had just finished.

There's something about the glow of strings lights that can make even the most ordinary space feel magical.

I'm not saying I want reindeer on the roof and excessive Clark Griswold - inspired holiday decorations, but there is something magical about arriving home on a cold winter night to twinkling lights and decorative reminders of the season.

It's always worth it though for the statement it makes in the house, like Christmas has arrived, the nostalgia I feel when gazing into the lights at night, there's something so magical about it.

I always love decorating the tree, there is something so magical about a fully lit tree with special ornaments to remind us of good times and loved ones.

There's just something magical and peaceful to me about the white lights, inside and out.

When the candles are lit, there's something magical about it.

There is something magical about Christmas lights!