I still remember the look on the face of the optometrist after he looked up from the device that saw into the back of my eyes. Apparently the opening at the back of my eye was exceptionally large, which is a possible symptom of glaucoma. I would have to return in 3 months to see whether it was a genetic quark or a sign of something more serious. In that few-month interval I let my mind wander into darknesses. I imagined moving to New Orleans and becoming a jazz musician and other wild speculations. On my way to the specialist vision center to test whether my eyes were deteriorating I noticed the vivid orange of the pumpkins on sale at the market and gave thanks for all my eyes had brought to me. Luckily it turned out that my vision was fine but once a year I return and confirm things haven't changes and there's always that moment after I get the all clear that I send a note of deep appreciation to whoever is in charge of my fate for all that the world has offer and all my eyes take in. A million miracle a second.