Tentatively I sat down.
I saw the pattern of shadows of new leaves moving in the breeze. I felt the grain of the wood. I waited ...
Oh! A small green caterpillar hoisted itself up over the edge of the bench-table and began rippling along the surface. So gracefully undulating - a perfect ballet.
Was this the magic, then? Transformation? To be reminded that caterpillars become beautiful butterflies?
"But this caterpillar is wonderful now!" I exclaimed.
Satisfied, I arose from the bench as the caterpillar continued its journey and the evening sun shone on our own magical world.