magic is sitting on the canoe in the middle of the lake in the middle of the night while the moon is half full and it is white and then orange and then gone behind the mountain and you paddle back only two strokes and glide the rest of the way home and you can speak just loud enough to hear what you said repeated just three seconds later and wonder who can hear everything you are saying because of the way echos work and how they take less time to come back the closer you put your head to the water

is my subconscious not wanting me to sign up for classes for a reason?