It was there, in front of me, all that time. Ever since I sanded the wood and made it into a table. The sad anteater, staring at me, stuck in wood. Just about to eat some food.
Ever since I though about pareidolia again, it seems like I see it everywhere. And there is a story hidden in all of them. Ready to be told.
Guess I have been in the sun for to long the last couple of days. Starting to see things, I never noticed before. Good thing today's started hazy clouded. Might even get rainy. The holidays here up North are soon to end.
Maybe I'll take my bicycle out for another spin. Never know what I'll see, maybe some reality.