Marion Wilson

 

Every Winter I have lived in Syracuse,  (fifteen so far) I have temporarily lost a part of my eyesight. It is true. Whereas usually I can see at least 180 degrees around – my point of vision narrows to an obelisk shape straight ahead of me with a diameter of only 90 degrees. And the obelisk is a medium to dark grey.  In the middle of the 15 to 30 consecutive days of only seeing grey I also experience a heightened sense of color – mostly perhaps because there is no color. I bump into a left over pile of yellow leaves or walk into a colorful gallery of artwork– and it is as though I feel a biochemical surge. My mood is literally lifted by this color encounter and my sight shifts back to normalcy or dormancy.