How to explain the magic I see in everyday occurences? I caught a bus ten minutes ago from the pub where I was having drinks with A and friends. I waited at the stop with A, speaking inconsequentially. I got on the bus and bought a ticket. I was on the bus for two minutes. There was one other passenger; a man with groceries who got off one stop before me. Then I was alone on the bus. I got off at my stop and thanked the driver. He told me to have a good night, then he drove off, closing the doors.

Mundane. Boring. Simple. But something about it was magical. Something about it fired me to come up here and blog it. And if I could put my finger on it, pin it down and describe it, I would be both more and less of a person for it.