Peripheral Vision
Feeling the part of the world he can't see.
He's not as bllind as he seems, blankly staring off, lightly tapping his cane against the floor and steps and table legs.
He sees the edges of about everything, a peripheral world known well to him. He fills the center of his fuzzy galaxy with friends and experiences, singing and dancing and climbing trees, feeling the parts he can't see.



Love this Rich!