Fall Magic:
Shitty leaves all over the goddamn place that cover a layer of mystery slime.
Winter Magic:
Walking barefoot to the dumpster and being nearly in tears of pain by the time I get back inside.
Spring Magic:
Beetles fucking in front of my front door.
Summer Magic:
Here before you I have an average tablespoon of ball sweat. Ala-kazaam, it has been transformed into inner-thigh chafing.