Seeing Skeletons

Over the years I have developed what I refer to as ‘creative vision.’  It has nothing to do with needing glasses or having any kind of eye problem.  It impacts how my brain processes what I am seeing and reading and often turns the subject into something funny or, at the very least, non-sensical. 

Some examples:  Church sign:  Lent Services 7:00.  My interpretation:  Loan Services 7:00.   My first thought was, “When did the church start making loans?”

Fresh white rock piled up at the edge of a parking lot.  My interpretation:  Big pile of snow from clearing the lot.  This was during a time when we hadn’t had snow for a month.

I have learned not to question what I ‘see’ out loud for fear I am wrong and the person I am with will correct me.  I’d rather continue to go through life with unusual and interesting visions and have a good laugh.

And now for the skeletons. When I get up too early some mornings I migrate to our sun porch and listen to the radio in the dark. It’s an all season porch with a nice heated floor so it is pleasant in the winter. Sometimes I doze off and when I wake up I look through squinted eyes to our back yard. When it is just barely light on early winter mornings, all I can see is outlines of trees. They strike me as bones. As skeletons. And I guess they kind of are, in a way. It takes my eyes about 10 seconds to discern that what I am really seeing is tree silhouettes.

How many times can my eyes/brain be fooled? I’ll let you know. At this point, I am still seeing skeletons.