Like birds singing to one another. I don't know the songs, but they do and there are specific songs I hear as spring is underway and I like that the one who is meant to know the song does; and for the rest of us, it's just a special pleasure.
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Little children and their smiles. While driving my son to school this morning we passed the little ones from the local day care who were out for a walk on this sunny mild morning. A boy of about 3 was making big eyes at me as we drove past and when I smiled back at him he jumped up and down with glee. That is magic.
Mama robins who make their nests and tend to their hatching while waiting for the babies to come into the world. Mama robin who built this nest so close to our front door that I tiptoe when I gently open the door in the hope that I don't frighten her away. I speak to her in a quiet voice and hope she knows I mean her no harm. My family think I am just slightly crazy for doing this. I can't help myself. It's automatic.
She usually flies off to the fence or the tree beyond the fence and waits until she feels it is safe to return. She has super sonic sense and hearing that mama! If she's in the nest and I look out the window of the door, staying in my house, in the foyer, she stops and cocks her head. I think she hears movement before seeing anyone. Pure magic.
Books, like "The Peach Keeper" by Sarah Addison Allen. All of Sarah Addison Allen's books have touches of magic that weave you under the spell. A bit of lightness and cotton candy for my soul...spun from pure sugar into a belief that anything and all things are possible. "The Peach Keeper" was no disappointment, finished in nearly one sitting. I have no particular favourite of this author -- I love each of her creations equally. Her writing allows me to be that child again...the one who read under the covers at night with a flashlight; the one who made a little tent in the backyard and read all summer long...the one who still believes that there are fairies and angels and magic.