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By l_p_b, Arlington, MA

I never used to pay much attention to what was happening outside the car window. The route to school was nothing but a blurred cruise through suburbia, one splattered with blotches of vegetation, rushing vehicles, and the sun’s glaring reflection on the windshield.

At night, streetlights danced and multiplied, darting through the sky. Masses of granite or brick bulged out of the darkness, suddenly caught by the headlights. Forms swayed in the shadows, forests were cloaked in darkness, only the faint network of branches remained visible. Hazy fields of stars held up the rising moon and its nimbus. The night was constantly in motion.

Over time, my smeared vision began to prevent me from reading numbers on the whiteboard. Thanks to my squinting and my sluggish reading pace, I was sent to an eye doctor. Two appointments later, I had a prescription.

It was winter when I got my contact lenses, and I shielded my eyes as I walked to the car – through scintillating, blinding snowdrifts. Once in the car, I allowed my eyes to recover from the barrage of light. With the car rolling away and sunglasses cooling my sensitive pupils, I took my first look at the new world.

Tree limbs burned amber in the morning light, branching out like cobwebs against the crisp and cloudless sky. Hills and buildings leapt out of the background, with borders sharp enough to slice through ice. There was no sound, only the jagged, perfect landscape.

I felt the chill of precision, of focus. I saw dust particles fluttering through the steaming beam of a projector. On computer screens, which used to be composed of a flat jumble of black and white text, bold letters carved their proper places in sentences. Assertive punctuation connected it all. Life was coming alive in front of me – line by line, corner by corner.

Later, with the cold smothering the day’s excitement, and my breath showing against the tenebrous night, I gazed skyward. No longer dim smudges, but radiant specks sprinkled across the sky, the stars blazed. In their flickering stillness, they conveyed a sense of the infinite.