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Yesterday was one of those typical Nova Scotia days: overcast, changeable, maybe some sun, maybe not. I took Lila for a walk in Point Pleasant Park, planning it so we could, perhaps, avoid the rain promised for the afternoon. The humidity was so thick you could eat it with a fork.
We crossed the path of another woman walking her dog. As she passed, she commented: It feels like it’s going to rain. A half a minute later, it began to sprinkle. By the time we reached the car, it was really raining.
I began to wonder: did talking about it make it rain? Logic says of course not. Just a coincidence. But so much of life feels like magic. Just waking up each day is magic. And painting, at least a good one, is certainly magic.
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