Looking at the deep blue sky this afternoon , completely cloudless.
Hang on, one small solitary cloud. Think it deserves a bit of attention.
The cloud didn’t register with me, I was in the completely cloudless camp. As we walked the mad dog, I proudly proclaimed the cloudless sky. Without stopping my son immediately replied “except for that small one behind us, it’s just above the solitary tree near the hay bale structures”.
His ability to absorb the smallest detail in the immediate environment staggers me. He sees, hears and senses so much more than I ever could hope to. To me, I see this as an amazing gift. To him its frustrating, often he senses too much, it sensory overload. He also struggles to understand why he can pick up the minutiae in his immediate surroundings but struggles to process letters on a page. Nobody yet has managed to explain that one to him yet.