I've decided, on my one-mile walk each way to work through my urban neighborhood, to search out what I consider to be magic, or gifts from the universe. Once I started paying more attention, I realized that no searching is necessary: these gifts lay themselves in front of me in abundance.
This morning, my favorite was classical music -- a Strauss symphony is my best guess -- coming from a house. And that same house on the way home, with windows and door flung open wide on this first day of summer: drums & piano, live.
And one more thing: a man, about 35, walking his bike beside a young girl, and he was wearing a "Joshua Tree 1987 Tour" t-shirt. I'm guessing it's a relic from possibly his dad?