But I Know From Your Eyes

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My vision is still bothering me, a little. I *can* read fine without aids of any kind now, and most signage is clear for me. Oddly though, I feel it is the light that is the worst as too much brightness makes everything blurry and dazzling. It is a night, that my vision feels most normal, despite some slight haloing - I drove to dance class just fine. It is in the safety of my room and its gentle illuminations that I feel my new vision is most comfortable and normal, and I've been reading quite a bit again - old tales, and new re-workings of such.

The winter instinct is strong on me now - I want nothing more than to be alone with my books, some paper, pens and a bit of food - bread, cheese, fruit - maybe some soup. I have no real desire to be with people or go places - I just want to sleep and dream until the cold times are over, and I can begin the process of breaking my old life, cleansing it, and starting with my new life. I feel alone, but I don't mind that. I feel I've wasted so much time, but I am hopeful that the time ahead will have purpose.