The happy place

hello!! Please enjoy reading this text where I capture a moment of significance in my life:

When I finally got the glasses in my twenties or something, I stopped to look at the lush canopy of an alder (or similar, I am no subject matter expert) planted in a grate or a pit in the sidewalk and I remember seeing all of the green leaves, each individually distinguishable and I was awestruck that reality had such great graphics.

I remember it as being a clear blue-skied day and it was early summer and it was mild. And in my heart I was warm and mild. I was listening to the “blue skied an’ clear” Slowdive tribute album, which was introduced to me by my sister’s boyfriend — he is one of the greatest guys I’ve ever met — on my mp3 players in my headphones. They had cords back then.

I had had an ambivalent attitude towards glasses, I remember once in high school I had just gotten off the scales the little nurses’ office, and they had just said 95kg, which she asked if it troubled me because it was considerable over weight for my length but I lied and said no. Sometimes a lie can spare a lot of trouble. And the nurse having then investigated my eye vision said I would need glasses to which I said nothing, but in my mind I thought no: I had enough on my plate already to even consider such a preposterous idea. I didn’t after all wear any glasses.

But the shame I did feel and the posture which made me crooked had with time shaped me into a humble and mild Swan like graceful tall and handsome young man, so now standing there, gazing heavenward with the music in my ears, seeing each individual leaf, feeling the gentle warmth of the sun on my beautiful (I think so) face, thinking to myself what a fine life this is after all.