The Same Place, Different Eyes

I’m already here.

Not far…

But far enough to feel it.

 

A narrow path.

A small piece of land.

Surrounded by water.

 

Wild.

Quiet.

Alive in a different way.

 

I saw…

A stone.

Rising out of the water.

Strong. Still.

 

A lighthouse-

standing on the edge of a cliff.

Showing the way

to those who keep moving.

 

And those wild beaches…

Their sunsets…

They take your breath away.

 

My humans saw it too:

They stopped.

Looked.

Took photos.

“Beautiful,” they said.

 

But I saw it differently.

It wasn’t just a stone.

What if on that stone

there was a cat?

Yes… a cat.

But with a fish tail.

Like some kind of mermaid.

 

And not just a lighthouse.

In my mind-

it became something else.

Giant octopus tentacles

wrapped around the lighthouse.

Slowly.

Quietly.

Without a sound.

 

It was something more.

Like a sign.

Or a feeling

you can’t explain.

 

Maybe it’s all about perspective.

Or the direction you choose to see from.

Some see objects.

Others feel meaning.

And sometimes…

simple things

become unexplainable.

 

Notes by Mr. Monsterʘʘ