All at once we are bathed in a light so bright that our eyes take a moment to adjust and see the vivid hues we missed before.
I was blinded by your light because all else about me was devoid of any rays. When I needed rescue, when I needed a direction to run toward, there you were, so bright.
I am blind, blinded in my youth, but I can see the heart in the lilt of the voice, the turns of expression and the proximity of the speaker. There are so many ways to see and love, an awareness of love, is as powerful as any.
I was blinded so long ago and so I live through my other senses. I drink music in and feel it flow over my skin as if it were the finest of silk. Touch has become something magical, my new fireworks and rainbow arcs. Taste is something to savour, even a simple apple is so sweet. I still dream as I did before, my brain playing movies every night of what it imagines the world is.
In those lights my retinas became flooded and all I saw was white. Sometimes light can be so similar to the dark. Yet in a few moments more I could see, the blindness quite resolved.
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