Without My Glasses In The Fog

When I was young…before I could speak…before I was capable of dialogue… unbeknownst to my parens…I saw life through a fog. Everything my eyes could see…looked like a painting by Monet I didn't know I saw the world differently…I was born that way. I thought everyone had eyes like mine…and saw the world like me… It would be years till I got glasses and could see the world that others see. With only my eyes or with my glasses on…my world was as different as night and day. I either saw the details of DaVinci…or through the haze of a Monet. Yesterday, however, for a little while my world took a different spin. The skies were clear when we began our walk…then slowly…the fog rolled in. As the fog moved in and over us…as it blanketed the shore. I thought to myself…this is wonderful…I don't need my glasses anymore. So I took them off and for a moment played this little game… with my glasses on or with them off…everything looked the same. Yes, once the fog engulfed the people, the cars, the beach…the trees… I realized, at that moment, everyone there was seeing the world I see. So I put my glasses in my pocket…and for a few minutes at the beginning of the day… I welcomed everyone I met…into my world…and the beauty of Monet.