Wearing sunglasses somehow feels like an impairment. With them on, I walk a little more diagonally than normal, I can see half as much and I can't hold proper conversations. I thought I was alone until one day Imogen was wearing sunglasses and nothing that we spoke about made all too much sense. Then the truth was uncovered: she, too, turns into a silly, confused human when shades cover her eyes.
Today we walked in unison, slightly diagonally, talking about nothing sensical, because we were both wearing our sunglasses. Hers belong in the 50s and mine the 70s, and both our dresses belonged from somewhere in between the two.
This is what I think it feels like when people say their heart is full. Mine is full, but I don't feel like pouring it out just yet, because at the moment I am enjoying my time on earth and most of all the people, in particular this person pictured above, that I am so blessed to share it with.