I see clouds and grass, and children in billowing shirts chasing butterflies (never catching them, of course - much less pinning them to a board for display). I hear a snippet of an Aaron Copeland score, and feel the wind ruffle my hair (freshly washed and conditioned).
So lazy, so unimaginative, especially when used more than once in any piece of writing that is more than five pages long. And, really, WTF is a mind's eye? Can a mind be said to have an eye? And only one? Has anyone ever uttered "mind's eyes?"