Rods and cones

It came to me on a warm day, A warm signal of serenity in the sky. Everyone was silent and I somehow knew I am okay.

The sun was so bright that I saw no features, I saw no flaws. Just me, my foot steps and a God somewhere out there. I wasn’t here it was all glossy, glassy and it felt home.

Home I was, I wasn’t human I was something else. Another being that was friends with the air and the sun, synchronizing with their wavy motion, synchronized with my own being, communicating with my senses like I haven’t learned of existence.

Existence it was, like I was being taught a lesson, a lesson from very far, homier than home it was. Homier than home he was, the God of home. It was me and his universe. I understood his creations. I understood his language.

The sun has blocked my sight but I certainly saw what I needed to see.

Maybe it was the forty minutes of vision adjustment from rods to cones but I like to think of it as understanding.

I finally understood.