Observance...
I don't come here much anymore.
I don't know if it's because there isn't much left to say here, or because ... I don't know.
I was watching it rain the other day and thought about this place. Thought about writing down how, maybe for one of the only times in my life, I was glad that I had the eyes that I did. Was glad when I thought, 'I don't see this the way they do.' Or maybe that's backwards. Maybe it's that they don't see it the way I do.
It's curious sometimes, how little things can alter visual perception. WIthout my glasses on, and even with my contacts, things are so much different. Look at the sky through a car window, through my driving glasses, through my normal stand-bys, the world is dull.
I usually don't find the time to appreciate some of the benefits of being impaired the way I am, but for some reason, they really stood out to me the other day during that storm. What color is your lightning? Your sky?
Do those colors change like mine do?
I don't know if it's because there isn't much left to say here, or because ... I don't know.
I was watching it rain the other day and thought about this place. Thought about writing down how, maybe for one of the only times in my life, I was glad that I had the eyes that I did. Was glad when I thought, 'I don't see this the way they do.' Or maybe that's backwards. Maybe it's that they don't see it the way I do.
It's curious sometimes, how little things can alter visual perception. WIthout my glasses on, and even with my contacts, things are so much different. Look at the sky through a car window, through my driving glasses, through my normal stand-bys, the world is dull.
I usually don't find the time to appreciate some of the benefits of being impaired the way I am, but for some reason, they really stood out to me the other day during that storm. What color is your lightning? Your sky?
Do those colors change like mine do?