He knew, before I knew, what I was thinking while I was looking at the floor. And in his face I saw recognition and thought to myself, gosh did I think that aloud? Did we just have a silent conversation?
But no, such things are not possible in the world. The world is a normal place where people comb their hair and wipe their hands on a towel.
Still, I recognise magic moments, bottle them like sunlight, turn them over in my hands, believing that each moment has more life in it than expected.