Something Is

Yesterday, I drove past a field of cows at sunset. The molten light turned their skins dusky orange and fawn brown. Perfect.
Last night, the moon was so bright, it burnt a hole in the sky. It seared the back of my brain with sharp afterimages. Echoes of white.
There were circles of clover spray on my lawn, looking for all the world like faery rings. I half-expected to hear dancing in the soft green-purple grass.
Something...

Something *is*.

Something magical is afoot.