The Lord Of Misread

It’s 5 in the morning and I’m reading a novel on my iPad.

Isn’t it amazing how a letter or two can radically change the mental images we build.

The sentence “… the big horses that overlooked the park.” sent me off into a waking dream of sunny springtime fantasy.

When I returned my eyes to the page, I discovered that I had misread it. It actually says “… the big houses that overlooked the park.”

Interest lost, my fancies dissolved.

Reading continues.