Unjaded

Physically, my eyes are as old as the rest of me, but some days they act a different age.

When I'm tired and grumpy, cataracts appear. The word gets grey and gloomy. They see road work and wonder why they are tearing up Broad street yet again. They contemplate complaining about the empty lot full of dandelions. They get annoyed by goose droppings on the path in the park.

But as I was reminded recently there's an easy cure for this.

On Wednesday night, I was walking to the Artful Dodger and ran into a group of students who were in town for the Canada Wide Science Fair. They were at the plaza and looking at the twinkle lights and taking pictures of the Canada 150 logo decals on the twin towers and fascinated by the changing colors of the light sabers. These young, enthusiastic people were out enjoying the city in a way that I had forgotten about.

Spending time around the young does more than just drop the haze, it opens my eyes wider. Now they see the lady bug crawling on my jeans and wait for it to fly away. They watch the excavators work and wonder at their ballet-like precision. They find that field of dandelions a glorious shade of yellow.

So, thanks CWSF, your visit has improved my vision and no surgery was required.