Driving at night with car lights all around, halos––red, green, yellow from the stop lights. If pavement is wet the reflections sparkle like Christmas trees and yard lights begging for a trip to the North Pole.
Mixed in with the color glistening in the night are the black spots where for a moment relaxation takes over, eyes resting, the headlights of the car showing the road as a road and not a moving rainbow. Then suddenly the darkness ahead is lit by two spotlights and the flashing starts over.
The surgery helped but I can’t drive with one eye closed, especially the one in the corrected lens, to avoid the lights. The second cataract is scheduled for removal in a month or so––then if as promised, lights will be singular the way they were designed to be. But I imagine some part of me will miss them, especially if I’m feeling psychedelic.
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