Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

While I started to write to celebrate a new found love for sight, the winds outside my window started to sing. Some of their tunes were loud, almost like the sound of a plane passing by, then some were slow, almost like a clock ticking by. So I closed my eyes and heard sounds that came from within, heart opening up, ears ringing too, dogs barking, winds still blowing, that I wish this moment will linger on. Days like today are rare, glorious, but rare, and now we thank him for the gift of sight. Keep this.