A world where a dead plant can bloom again.
I walked to work in an overwhelming silence, no wind, no birdsong, no human made noise excepting the sound of my own footsteps.
It was completely magical...
... and oh, so fleeting - by the time I walked home again, the wind had returned, knocking the snow from the trees, the birds were calling and I was scolded by a red squirrel for passing by his tree.
Mackinac magic, there's nothing else that can compare.