I love the world this afternoon. As I drove out from town I noticed every tiny bit of world that I encountered. Everything thrilled me like a fresh discovery. I don't know if the acupuncture needles went deeper than I thought they had. If the tiny pricks that heralded the needles entry into the back of my head and nape were misleading. I lay face down and saw nothing only the blue carpet on the floor beneath the table. My mind slowly became a clean slate, free of smudges and lint like the pure white towel that rested on my shoulders.
When I rose to go I felt emptied out and struggled to pay the therapist. I got into my car and started up the engine and drove to the fish market to buy some fish for dinner. Winnie wore new glasses and I complimented her on them. She remarked that I was the only person to do so. One young boy on a sidewalk walked with a guitar that was twice his size. A man in a beige raincoat pulled his hat down across his brow. A blue scarf blew like a silk sail from the shoulders of a young woman and two giant brown leaves danced in front of the car as I drove out our winding, crooked road. Even Peter's field held the promise of beauty despite the wound that has been cut into its bowels like a badly sliced chocolate cake, the field now crumbles and disintegrates without Peter here to tend it. Still, the reeds looked like they were considering the right time to don their new glossy sheen and even though the sky was mostly a sullen grey, it held a delicious mood that propelled me home to green tea in a white chipped cup with a curve to the handle that seduces the eye. Beautiful curved, grey, white and moving world. Beautiful because my eyes are new. I begin again.