The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

Timing is a sensitive thing.

...He is sure that the Bailey he is now is closer to the Bailey he is supposed to be than the Bailey he had been before

Scent is often underestimated, when it can be the most evocative.

I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee. Stirring clockwise to conjure. Widdershins to banish. There’s never enough time, and rarely enough caffeine, but I make do with what I have. Besides, cauldrons and pointy hats are overrated. Sometimes I see other customers practicing. Pouring their cream and sugar with studied intent. Stirring with purpose. I add an extra spoonful of sugar to my own coffee for them, to make all of our enchantments sweeter.

The Cloud Maze. “ An Excursion in Dimension A Climb Though the Firmament; There Is No Beginning There Is No End Enter Where You Please Leave When You Wish Have No Fear of Falling

I don;t think there's anything wrong with being a dreamer. There is not. But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.