Walking Crocker-Amazon this windy morning, my wife and I noticed the sky was crossed by a number of long, thin clouds. The whole group of them must have been a few miles wide and many miles deep. When I told my non-artist wife that the clouds were in fact parallel, I blew her mind, man. By which I mean, she thought I was full of shit.
But then I got her to think of a huge railyard with the tracks running toward her. "They would look fanned-out too, even though they're really parallel."
At this point, she conceded, yielding to my mighty powers of suggestion. I bet you're thinking of a huge railyard right now. Last night's clam spaghetti? Summer vacation. Someone whose name starts with B?