Movement in my peripheral vision distracts me from the chore at hand. Am I seeing things? Mostly, it’s the coming and going of birds and squirrels outside, but when the time is just right – moon in a certain phase or whatever – I can’t help but wonder if it’s something more.
Maybe I’ve just been locked inside for too long…but then I found this quotation, which made perfect sense:
I was a peripheral visionary. I could see the future, but only way off to the side.STEVEN WRIGHT
What’s niggling at your periphery, or it is you, standing on the peripheral edge of change waiting for your opening?
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