The world appears still. I am slowly becoming one with my surroundings. Once I close my eyes the sounds of the birds singing and the water moving become my only reality. Opening them reveals the inherent beauty in life, if I open myself enough to see it. I have never been less annoyed by bugs.
With the passing of time I start seeing less what I expect and more of what is. I am impressed with the amount of things I often leave unseen. Colors start resembling more light and darkness, red is light and blue is night. It feels as if I’m living in a world of light. I experience something I had never felt before, and for once, I feel deeply fortunate for having perfect sight.
And as the night falls on me I realize that in my life, it’s been too few times when I have really opened my eyes and seen the world.