As I sit, sudden brightness
pierces my closed lids. My
thoughts scatter. Sunglasses
might help to lure them back.
But my energy is slowed by
the warmth of this welcome sun.
Ahh. Does it matter today I
wonder? I hope not.
On some days, when a thought
escapes, I long to have it back. I
struggle to fill in the blanks, but
the words stay stubbornly lost.
Sometimes, they do pop back,
minutes or hours later, retrieved
as if by a rebooted computer. My
confidence restored, anxiety fades.
Inside, I move to the window. Sun
pierces the glass, and I blink in the
sudden brightness. Now, where
could those sunglasses have gone?