Thanks to TJ Paris for this weeks photo inspiration
When I lay on my back and look up everything changes.
The windmill looks like a long thin column unable to have a person walk about inside. The white house looks like it is going to fall over. The tree seems to just hang there because from this perspective I can not see the trunk embedded in the ground.
On days when there are clouds I imagine them to be people, animals or buildings. I build whole stories about what is happening in the cloud space. Who is being chased across the sky and who that chaser is.
I know that my feet are firmly planted on the ground but when I lay back like this, my mind soars free in the sky.
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