I've always liked books and movies where magic is happening just out of the corner of the protagonist's eye. Objects shift, creatures appear and melt back into the shadows, chaos reigns, then everything snaps back into order as soon as the character looks directly at it.
I'm pretty sure that's the kind of story I'm in, mostly because that's how I WANT to see the world, but more specifically because when I was walking home after work, I saw a bumper sticker on a car that read, 'I am not a nudist.'
'What an odd sentiment to espouse so publicly,' I thought, 'What kind of fascinating person is that worried about strangers making that particular mistake? Is he or she often nude but has ideological differences with the larger community of nudISTs? Or are they really super uptight?' I had a lot of questions. And some theories. But by the time I turned my head, the sticker had been replaced by one bearing the far more prosaic statement, 'I [heart] my bulldog.'
Obviously, magic is afoot.