Lyle and I have just come home from a road
trip visiting family. Over two days, we drove from Minneapolis in Minnesota to
Billings in Montana. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect! The sky was
blue and the temperature was mild. For miles and miles the road stretched in a
more or less straight line across the prairies. At one point, Lyle remarked,
“Isn’t this beautiful. You can really see forever.”
Then he realized what he had said and we
both realized the irony of his statement. Of course, Lyle could see just about
forever. He has the capability of seeing miles into the distance. This is in
contrast to what I am able to see. The first clear line of definition that I
can see might be just outside the car window.
Most of the time I am glad when Lyle
forgets about my vision. It is strangely comforting to know that he doesn’t
always see my lack of sight as the most important part of me. On our road trip we might have seen different
views of the landscape, but we both enjoyed the open expanse of the prairies
and the companionship of the long drive in each other’s company. Sometimes when we take these road trips
together, I almost feel as if on a clear day that I can really see forever.
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