Awaiting the green arrow to come on at the traffic junction sandwiched between the Bethesda church and blocks of high-rise flats, a sudden projectile of leaves hurtled down before my windscreen, I was captivated by its unexpected intrusion of my daily prosaic visual there. Such a sight was redolent of the meteors raining down; likened to a verisimilar gegenschein imbibing my mind. Something ordinary — like a gust of wind divesting the trees of their leaves — could be extraordinary and spectacular when viewed through the lens of my eyes. Do you see things differently from others?
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