A week ago standing on the bridge in Balboa Park. It was midnight. Dark and quiet. The cars went by and I could see the city. I could watch until morning. But I didn’t.

Sometime later the drops fell into my eyes and the world slowly got brighter. Afterwards, Mr. Eye Doctor said my vision was fine and that nothing had changed. I didn’t tell him that everything has changed. And that everything looks different. A new prescription wouldn’t have made things clearer anyways. So I went back to work. My dilated eyes screaming at the daylight. Things blurring in the brightness.

The future’s so bright
I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades

Hours later my sight returned to normal. Days later I remember that the gods have a sense of humor. An eye appointment wasn’t quite what I had in mind for my “bright” future.

More mail came in and I am not going to work in India. Or at least not in the near future. I am not upset. Instead, I look forward to summer. This girl I knew was an optimist. I always wanted to be one too. And I take this chance.

A friend leaves twice. His official going away party is tomorrow. He was here from my first weekend in San Diego. Another 4 year instant. Commit this all to your fading memory.

The days are counting down. 6 more works days. Less than a month before I leave too.

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