You’ve ridden past that river on the bus two hundred times. Look at it once like it’s the first.

Repetition turns scenery into wallpaper. After the twentieth time your mind stops producing an image at all and files the route as known, which is efficient, and also means you have travelled past something beautiful for a year without seeing it. Nothing is wrong with your eyes. The route has simply been marked as requiring no attention.

Break the filing once. Put the phone down for the stretch where the river is, and look at it the way you would if you had arrived here yesterday. One deliberate look is usually enough to unfile a thing for a while.