Senses

I open my eyes and darkness lingers around me, I knew that someday I would no longer see. Day after day I would look, smell, and touch, storing up in my memory of things I enjoy so much. Now, I move slowly and cautiously throughout the day, using other senses to show me the way. I stop and smell the flowers and remember back in time, the beauty of each petal – so delicate and fine. I walk barefoot down the ocean coast, realizing that the feel of sand and the sound of the waves is what I’ve always enjoyed most. I touch the soft fur as I stroke a kitten, now I see differently – only from my eyes things are hidden.