It's the little things.

Watching bread toast is magical, and if you've never done it, I highly recommend it.  Watching the slice of bread as it sits in the glow of the heating elements, you don't think that anything is going to happen.  You think that it's going to turn out to be like that pot fiasco you tried earlier where you watched and watched and watched and nothing happened, and then the moment you lost focus, suddenly the little bubbles appeared.  (Okay, maybe not.  Maybe I have watched a pot and it did in fact boil.  What can I say, I was a curious child who didn't believe the saying, and perhaps I was taking it a bit too literally.)  Toast is different.  Watching toast is like watching time-lapse photography.  You know it's about to change the moment before you see those first shades of golden brown.  Then you watch as they seem to fade into existence, turning that regular old piece of bread into a delicious piece of toast.  You watch as the colors become more defined and creep across the bread until it's bread no more.  It's toast.  It's like watching magic.