Today’s prompt recommended making something clear—particularly something that normally isn’t. I nearly wrapped a gift in plastic wrap. But that idea just didn’t do it for me.

My son suggested I clear my head. So astute. Truly, my head normally isn’t clear. Use your words, he told me. He recommended that I write a poem about clearing my head.

But I wasn’t up for poetry tonight. And I didn’t want to tackle the photo editing required to show a transparent head on my own shoulders.

Still, I liked Isaac’s idea. So I took a simple, cartoonish approach.

If we walked around with visible thought bubbles over our heads, would yours look like this? Clear and open and free of clutter? Not mine. Like last night’s tattoo on Isaac’s arm, this image is pure fantasy.