outside on the patio, the concrete is cold under my feet.
The wind carries the scent of the freshly cut grass up to my nose,
and it lingers there.
I squint as  look up to the sky once again, my eyes slowly focusing on the sun.
It seems brighter than it should be, like it's the one responsible for draining the light from my eyes all these years.
My mom always told me not to stare at the sun, that it would hurt my eyes.
I should have listened to her. Judging by the dullness of her own eyes, she knew more than she let on.