When a Bag is a Chicken

I saw a  black chicken by the highway this evening.  I hesitated to see if it would cross the road.  Instead, it became a plastic bag poofing up in the wind.

I love the mind’s ability to take something and make it something other.  Small clues and stimuli are arranged into items, creatures, ideas, stories– art.

Let your mind wander today.  Take a little time to do nothing at all.  Let someone else drive.  Stare at the ocean.  Let your focus blur to a creative edge and enjoy the show in your mind’s eye!

What do you see?

Is that a boy between the curtains or an ordinary fall of water? Hair or only a well-placed piece of moss?

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