Magic spells, magic potions, magic tricks, magic wands — people want to believe in magic. They would like to believe that what isn’t possible can be conjured into reality. A magic show is just that — skillful sleight of hand, an act, performance art. Observers willing to suspend reality because they would like to believe in magic, but to accept it as truth would be misguided in the physical world.

Outstanding authors weave tales that make magic seem real, believable and enjoyable, even when the magic brings undesirable results. Readers are willing to ignore what they know to be true to enjoy an intricately woven plot with colorful characters in extraordinary situations. Fantasy and science fiction include enough elements of realism or plausibility to make the inventive magic work. As Stephen King sums it up: “Books are a uniquely portable magic”.

Never having been a lover of fantasy, I prefer finding magic in small things. While many of the things in everyday life can be explained by science or logic, their appearance can seem unexpected, breathtaking, magical. Just as pulling a rabbit out of a hat is an old if remarkable trick, the tricks played by the sun at dawn or dusk feel magical. While it happens year after year, the bursting forth of pink blossoms from a seemingly dead tree brings smiles of wonder. We can know how babies are made, but how they develop, grow, and burst into the world seems like wondrous magic, a miracle of nature.

I’m content to look for little acts of magic each day; small miracles that elicit wonder and joy, curiosity and even amusement.