The tall person told me that we only see half of the world if we don’t look up. He said that many people just look ahead and miss many wonderful things that exist above their heads. Hmm, I do have a tendency to look straight ahead and only look up if I hear a noise. Of course, I am nearer the ground than the tall person but I will try to look up more often.
Sometimes I think the tall person has his head in the clouds, not because he is tall but because he sees things differently. We will often stop when we are out on our walks and he will look at something and tell me how unusual or beautiful it is. I look at what he is looking at and I will see a wall or a tree or a door but he sees texture and form and shadow and colour.
He took a picture of a wall the other day and asked me what I could see. I see a wall tall person!
He smiled and said he saw history and ingenuity and evolution. Hmm, I still see a wall.
I do know that sometimes, when I am inside, I can see outside at the same time. Not by looking out of a window but by looking at a reflection. I know it’s not real because I’ve looked on the other side. I don’t understand how it can exist but it does.
Perhaps I am beginning to see the world differently now.