A blurry day is Nature’s way of reminding us that not everything is as it may first appear to be. Hidden beneath the layers of multi-coloured overhead complications and under the rampant growth of foliage on the ground, and even within the mottled blotches upon the surface, there is a distinction which survives the ambiguity. Clarity is a gradual process, combining not only lucidity but also simplicity. It is a matter of, first, removing oneself sufficiently from the topic to trim the definition to a fully perceptible level; second, to engage in a summary of the entirety to look for flaws and to appreciate shades; and, third, to summarize the totality to afford a synopsis by which to assess the view. Much of this happens unknowingly within our casual regard and mindfulness of what transpires around us. Just as the detail of our regard percolates the whole, so too we gradually penetrate the vision.
