Magic, I.

I know that sometimes you feel disenchanted after hanging out with magical creatures or Harry Potter on the periphery. I know that you look for magic when you come home and maybe on the train. You probably just find clothes all over the floor and some cat hairs stuck to the person's peacoat in front of you. Really though, this time I think I found some. Our magic here takes time, and something else that nobody can really explain. Like language, or precision. Or persistence and love. We spellbind our own materials.  Just look:

Weaving:

Source

The Golden Hour:

Marleigh Dunlap

Burrows of our own:

Source unknown

Artifacts and Inlays:

Creatures:

Other things to add to the list: Rock-climbers, banjo players, goldsmiths, glass blowers, whales, modern medicine, airplanes and rocketships, canoes, telescopes, poets, ravens, bryce canyon, a baby's first word, drugs, the first and last kiss, record players, candles, christmas, sleep, sunset, woodworking. It goes on and it goes on and it goes on. Magic just takes a little bit more effort for us, but it's a sure thing.

*If you know any of the sources for unmarked photos, please let me know. I saved these images a long time ago probably from some blog that didn't list the source.