Thursday, May 17, 2007

When Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

A gray sky, blocking the sun, carrying the scent of a far distant forest fire. A perfect accompaniment, and a wonderful example as our class reads The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. Here is his description of the strange cast of the sky and sun that he must have meant to use for a day like today:

Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.
Which is what I thought was happening to me when I first walked outside. Thank God a student told me what was going on, else I would have been convinced that the sudden onset of blindness was underway.