I swipe my finger at the boom gate and it lifts. Just a camera scanning plates, but it feels like wizardry.
The wave of a finger is enough to turn ordinary into magic.
Sometimes it stalls. Maybe I fumbled the spell.
What else could we choose to see that way?
The phone in your pocket, the water flowing at a tap, the voice message that travels across oceans in seconds.
Everyday wizardry is everywhere. It’s only invisible because we stop looking.
