Magic is...

Three ducks flying over my balcony at first light and standing witness.

Magic is broad, like shades of blue.

It is the giggling of children.

Magic is the full, undivided, soul-naked presence with a lover or friend.

It is a new idea or phrase landing on my shoulder with a resounding ‘YES!’

Magic is the song of birds while hiking up a mountain.

It is the full-hearted love and presence of a beautiful man.

Magic is a good writing day, accompanied by the thump and swoosh of the sea.

It is all of the above and the in between that activates my soul.