The bright orange glow of the sun painted the sky’s blue canvas a
mellow pink and indigo, which reflected upon the calming dark hue
of the ocean waves. Stunning sights like this had always spoken to
Anthea. It wasn’t that they had a voice, rather that they sent her
messages of tranquility and soothed her heart; blessing her with a
stunning array of colours. Scenes like these gave her goosebumps
and took her breath away. No matter how many times she’d seen
them, the beauty of nature returned to surprise her again and again.
Sight had always been an irreplaceable aspect of Anthea’s life.
Ever since she could remember, her mother would take her to the
beach to watch sunsets, or take her hiking in the mountains to see
the view from above. She would tell her bedtime stories of knights
who rode into the golden heavens of dawn, or recount tales of
fairies who played in pastel-coloured rainbows. Her words would
paint breathtaking pictures before Anthea’s eyes. Coupled with
dewy forests and flowing rivers, sight was a treasure Anthea valued
above all else.
Everything went wrong on a Wednesday, like it always did. Anthea
didn’t know what was wrong with Wednesdays –maybe they were
too far into the week but not close enough to the weekend–but
something always inevitably happened on a Wednesday. Anthea had
received her first failing mark on a Wednesday and had broken her
armon aWednesday; her parents had even divorced on aWednesday.
This Wednesday, she’d overslept and missed the sunrise. She was
forced to take the shortcut to school rather than the relaxing,
picturesque path she so loved. She sat through the school day,
doodling flowers in the corner of her notebook and dreaming about
how the waves would look from below the sunlit ocean surface.
After school had ended, Anthea treated herself to the prettier
route home. The day had gotten better. The sun was now shining
and fluffy white clouds were few and far between, spread out across
the bluest sky since winter had come. She took her time walking
through the park, the last scenic stop before foggy grey fumes and
noisy intersections returned.
The pedestrian light turned green and beeped its signal. Anthea
reluctantly left the garden behind. The same light began blinking