Visions

Yesterday, on a trip into Helena, I saw two really weird things.

My first “vision” occurred as I pulled into the parking lot of a downtown building where I had a meeting with my financial advisor.

Wait a minute.  That’s interesting.  I have a financial advisor?

Yes!  Yes, I do!

Anyhow, as I pulled into the lot, a raven flew above my pickup clutching a fuzzy bunny rabbit nearly as big as the bird itself.

Did I really see that?

I think so.  But I was pretty busy not running into nearby Hondas, Subarus, and other Ford trucks. I captured but a fleeting glance.

After leaving my meeting, I crossed an overpass midway through town.  While crossing over the structure, I thought I saw an oddly shaped plane flying low above the valley in front of me.  Some kind of experimental craft, I thought.

I averted my eyes for a moment to avoid drifting into a van in another lane.  When I directed my eyes toward the sky again, I discovered that my experimental plane was actually a streetlight just standing there on the far end of the overpass.

Nice work, Mitch.

That was—as a plumber buddy of mine often suggested—“one of them optical conclusions.”

Did I mention that I have a financial advisor?

-- Mitchell Hegman