Sometimes… well, most of the time, I don’t notice details. More accurately, I notice different details than most. I see nuances of color and shadow, shape and space, reflections and patterns. I instantly detect a marginally crooked picture frame or a speck of dust left on the corner of a coffee table. When you look at the details, you see that I do notice the details. Just not… well, the obvious ones.
Oh, I could give you examples all day.
Like the time my husband dropped me off in front of the grocery store. I ran in to grab a couple of quick items while he waited in his white Jeep Cherokee. A few minutes later, grocery bag in hand, I jumped into the white vehicle in front. I know you can see this coming.
Without bothering to look up, I gibbered nonstop about why it took so long, what was on sale and the people I’...