I play mind games with myself–the adult version of day-dreaming, but more like day-scheming or intentional revisioning to a way unlike the usual. There is extraordinary in the ordinary, if only we could tease it out.
Our senses are so limited. But imagination–and technology–have a cure for that.
More than once, I’ve wondered what it would look like over Goose Creek on a blustery day, if the wind had colors, with different shades and hues that varied by wind speed. I imagine a Van Gogh painting with now-visible loops and eddies and swirls, the pattern of Nature’s fingerprint, technicolor against an April sky.
Now: try to see the world again in the same old way. Nope.