I looked up from my desk to see the outline of a castle. "A castle, there?" I wondered. The outline was reminiscent of the luxurious Disney castle, the one you see at the beginning of movies. But I hadn't seen a castle there before. If there were one, it would have to be massive. I moved to my left, then to my right. The castle moved, too. It was a reflection: the turrets were reflecting from buildings around. I didn't need to look far to see a magic castle, for that "castle" was made of that which surrounded me.
I felt like I was in a magical place. An impression was imprinted: sometimes the magic isn't in the distant future. It is around you.