Sort of romantic, isn’t it? We have two eyes. One to see what is right in front of us, and one for the magic hidden in plain sight. I have chased wonder and mystery down all sorts of pathways and found adventure and surprise along the way. I’ve flown hundreds of miles not to miss the chance to have brief hours of conversation. I’ve slept on buses and trains to get to places I’ve longed to see, just because I wondered what it would look and smell and taste like. It’s a romantic sort of feeling, knowing that there is magic to be found in something as simple as sitting at a kitchen table.