Shadow Vision

"The eye doctor shined a bright light into my left eye as I realized, I have stopped thinking of the future. The day was hot, the air dry. I was slowly and surely going blind, from a progressive, incurable eye disease. On my way home, I could smell wildfire smoke. Shadows trailed the edges of my vision. I could sense the echo of a painting, the searing red of rosehips left to rot in memory."