All little things, really.
The birth of each of my children- always special, always different.
Going out shooting arrows on frosty mornings when my boy was small, and there was no-one about.
My kids telling me about their day, and me giving the time to listen.
The first time I climbed the rope in the gym when I was small in school.
Being at the far end of the garden, smoking, at midnight during covid quarantine- making myself dead still and silent. Moonlight silvery on the grass and trees, being able to hear the small animals in the grass. That's magic.