Only moments after my eyes were dilated at the optometrist’s office, I rushed to the frozen food isle at Meijers to bathe in the multitudes of star bursts and glaring lights. My eyes feasted on the billions of misdirected photons ricocheting off icy glassed doors and silvery frames. I savored the intensified light show slowing my pace to absorb each assaulting glint, glitter, sheen, aurora, sparkle and radio active incandescent. The polished floor inflamed with florescent reflections lapped a dazzling tongue onto my defenseless orbs. I descended into a luxuriant catalepsy lost amongst all the frozen light. “May I help you find something?”…Uh, um, no I think it found me.
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