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Walking along a Thames tributary, a jewelled dart of green/blue iridescence left the stream, flew above my head and returned to the river. A kingfisher.
I was wearing green and blue and a red cap, so this was an instinctual deviation, asserting territory. In essence I had become a kingfisher bird.
It happened so fast. My favourite precious river jewel was gone before I could point it out ... Magick.
I believe in magick. It is around us all the time. What say you?