A quiet midweek evening in the ‘burbs where I live, the terribly ordinary framed by the fantastical colours of sunset , with rain about to fall, and fall heavily.
I tend to think magic is often found in the most mundane things and places.
Or at the very least there is magic trying to break through.
As Irish pop band The Thrills had it:
“The suburbs dream tonight of finding their muse”
(from ‘ The Curse of Comfort ‘)
Ebb Then Flood 