I wrote once about the tricks my eyes play on me.  Actually, I think it’s my brain playing the tricks, taking in one thing and turning it into something else.  It results in humorous doubletakes, mainly while driving, as I morph passing signs into words and phrases very different from what was intended. My brain plays other tricks on me, creating still small snapshots that burst into my heart, impaling me. We were at Ikea the other day and a family was approaching, going downstream to our up.  There were children and a mom and a cart, but my eyes were on the prancing girl coming toward me, Serena-sized from…