As I stand on the edge of the marina’s pier, I stare in amazement as the storm is sucked into itself until it’s just a small black ball of magic that floats above the waves crackling with energy. Go! At my command, the black ball disappears into a vacuum with a wsssht.

The sky above the calming waters of the Scapa Flow is the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen. My magic is humming with satisfied approval.