reading this morn's newspaper was different said the father to his son the prints are loud and bold alphabets glitter as gold crystal lucid is the page and from the balcony, whee, i can see every tree without the haze.
the next twenty four days heΒ Β was joyously rediscovering a world in the exuberance of one reborn only missing the car that ran him down on the twentyfifth morn.
My father died of a road accident on the twentyfifth day after the cataract surgery and i would never forget his elation during that brief period at the restoration of clear vision.