My third grade teacher told me to take time to look around. He suggested we look at our shoes, at the edges of windows where the dust was thick, at the middle of a blank wall. Just look, he said, because you never know. Something in me clunked deep on that one. It felt like he was saying he agreed with something that only I had ever thought of.
One of my favorite books growing up was Sherlock Holmes: the criminal found by the pattern of ash droppings from his cigar, etc. In medicine, seeing what is right in front of me and believing it took years of practice, but listening and looking (in that order) are by far the best tests available to me and the most cost efficient.
I walked past this tangle and saw nothing and so I took a picture to prove it.