Is it because I’m near-sighted? Is it because without my glasses, I can’t see much past the end of my nose? I don’t know. But I do know this: I notice, and treasure, small views. I see patterns, shapes, colors, stories, in the small views that are within my field of view.
Here’s what caught my eye when I stepped out the front door for a moment earlier today to catch a breath of fresh air:
Myopia is not always a bad thing.