So, I went for a walk, and I stood to watch the river as it slid past.
The sunshine made the water’s surface a mass of glinting white lines and triangles of light. Moving. Animated.
Shining gulls over smooth green glass.
I stared, mesmerised by the changing surface.
Then I got the sudden vivid impression, the absolute awareness that
IT WAS NOT THE RIVER WATER THAT WAS FLOWING PAST
BUT THE BANKS THAT WERE MOVING.
The more I looked, the more I could see how it was the river banks that were rushing along. Green turfed sides surging ever onwards, creating a rippling wake on the surface of the water.
I felt disorientated.
As if I was suddenly standing on the moving floor of a funfair ride.
I actually felt the urge to grip on to a nearby tree, to stop myself falling off this crazy earth ride.
It was as if I could suddenly see through the charade:
Perhaps the river water is always still.
Perhaps it is the earth that always moves.
And what we perceive is a visual joke that never stops.
Which reminded me: Perception is everything.