Today, for the first time in a month, Sunshine on My Shoulders came up on my random mp3 disk. But today was a gorgeous day.
So John and I are officially back together.
Wearing my $5, non-prescription sunglasses in the springtime sunshine, letting my eyes caress the hollow of each individual leaf shimmying in the wind on the distant trees, I had that “new glasses” feeling.
My myopic readers will know what I mean… that moment when you walk out of the optometrist’s office with brand-spankin’ new lenses on your face and realize, “Oh, yeah… this is what the world is supposed to look like.” Everything looks brighter and more intricate than you remembered.
Except I now get this feeling with naked eyeballs.
Thank you, LASIK.
Six months later, and you still seriously rock.