“That’s the whole point. You never know when the magic will reveal itself.” You never know when the magic will reveal itself. His words want to implant themselves in my skull. “Like, over there, see how that girl’s shoes reflect on the tiles, making those miniature mirror balls.” I follow his attention to another diner whose rhinestone-embellished cowboy boots cast shining small rainbows on the tiles, unnoticed by everyone but us. “Is that magic?” I ask. “I think it is,” he says. “There’s beauty and magic in lots of small things we overlook every day. You just need to watch out for it.”
Okay, he's right. He's right.
