My favorite color has been yellow, the color of light, of sunflowers, the color that shows up across a valley in a coat, in a chickadee, but now blue has become the color that pops with such bright vigor because my cataracts are gone, and the blue sky is a wonder. My new lens invites in a blue I have not seen since childhood.
The experts say it cannot last, that the eye will adjust, but I hope it holds to this intensity until the fall. I want to look at the blue sea at Cranberry Point.
My friend in New Hampshire and I, both of us 70, are well aware of what is coming, and in that knowledge both of us have become more focused on our thankfulness for every small beauty that happens to present itself.
A good doctor removed my cataracts. My eyes took in a world that seemed to grow young again. I am thankful.
