Growing up, my mom called it “the passing eye.” A moment when you catch something visually and a whole story unfolds. Once, as a teen, I was riding the train into Philadelphia from the suburbs, leaning my head against the large glass window watching the streets and buildings whiz by. We were already on the outskirts of the city. In a split second I saw it – an alley lined with old mattresses top to bottom and a boy running down them doing flips, perfectly, one after another, like the gymnasts in the Olympics this week in Rio.
I had a much different “passing eye” moment the other day. I was feeling under the weather and taking a nap on the couch. I woke up and looked up out the window and for about a minute the sky looked like this… a Magritte painting. I reached for my iPhone and snapped a pic.
Then the clouds blew away and I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Wishing you some “passing eye” moments this weekend to fill your head with stories or inspiration or whatever you need right now to get you through your days.