When blind, there were only three things I could feel that assured me I was still attached to Earth, that Isaac's voice was not speaking to me through a black fog in some parallel world. One was the ground beneath my feet, which I photographed a great deal. One was the wind, which I wish I could have captured in a photograph, so strongly did I feel it all around me. The last was the sunlight, making my eyelids blaze fierce orange, becoming colder when I was hidden under a tree or a rock, giving me all it could in its changes so that I could feign sight and stumble in the right direction. I took sunlight's picture, as a thank you for helping me find my way.