I couldn’t see. Not near nor far. Though I’m not blind, every edge was just a bit blurred- faint and fading. Though I didn’t notice, clarity was something that had been lacking for a while. You see, the ability to see clearly is one of those things that goes gradually. It softens so slowly you can’t notice the change. And as it does you formulate reasons as to why things are the way they are. Like how you can’t plainly see the numbers on the clock above your stove perhaps because they are a heinous bright blue against a black top. Or that your eyes simply can’t adjust enough to focus on the words on the whiteboard due to the contrast in colors.
I couldn’t see. Not for years. Not until I had the chance to truly notice the difference a few weeks ago. During those split seconds, flipping back and forth from 1 to 2, made this unknown degression very apparent. The fuzzy space between letters didn’t have to be something to deal with anymore. Flying high as I drive below would be more than just blurry bird-shaped things; they'd be specimen with wings and beaks so sharp against the sky. Walking through the woods, pine needles and leaves didn’t have to be just blended blobs; they'd actually be clusters of individual entities. It’s amazing how out of focus everything was. All that was missed and all that went unnoticed due to that.
But luckily there was a simple solution, and now I can see again.