Deep grey-purple clouds scudded across the sky with an occasional aperture for the brilliant white hot sun streaking through the day offering no warmth and the wind biting as it blows eddies of leaves and grit across town. A thin dusting of snow over the green of grass offered a hint of the season with a severe drop from almost mid seventy degrees Fahrenheit to frost within a twenty-four hour span.
From the mundane business of getting teeth cleaned, I folded myself into the bare necessities compact car and navigated mid-day traffic to the local cinema palace. Some of the friends I chum around with escape the tedium or disappointments of their lives by reading murder mysteries, but I entered the theatre to claim a center seat and settle in letting the warmth of the place ease the chill from my frame, taking little notice of all the advertisements rolling across the wide screen. A few of the coming attractions were worth noting for future reference as I sat anticipating J.K. Rowling’s post Harry Potter work of wizardry, Fantastic Beasts and where to find them.
Newt Scamander, the protector and keeper of the array of whimsical creatures leads the adventures as he attempts to find and capture a few getaway beasts, while the city of New York a hundred years ago, is visited by a powerful evil wreaking havoc and leaving a trail of destruction.
Inadvertently Newt is caught up in the company of local wizards and befriends a “muggle” or “No-mage” as his American counter parts call people who do not possess magical skills.
Completely absorbed in the whirlwind visit to another world, I take all I can possess of the movie in my head as I step back out into the cold evening air of my own world and all of the daily stresses and strains are diminished for a while.