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Standing at the window yesterday, a good day at this time of year, and looking out at the little bay near by , it suddenly came in on me, how would I feel if I had been blind. Just think what I would have missed - an extraordinary view, giving me a strong sense of appreciation for a very beautiful aspect filling my being with pleasure. At a time such as this, I ask myself, what do the sightless miss, and how do they feel about it. There must be something within their darkness, which gives them, too, joyful feelings that they can express, without this they would be very dull. but from what I've gathered the beauty would appear to be within and not imported from the outside.

Now that I am on about aspects of beauty, as I proceed further than the delightful setting of my home, another equally pleasant scene meets my view, a natural harbour with its stone built jetty, And when I say stone,each individual stone is huge. It was probably built about the mid 18th centuary maybe for the fishing. But for me this little cove has nostalgic recollections of another way of life - the Puffer trade. They tied up here throught the Summer seasons; but alas it is no longer part of my happy moments.

Yes, good thoughts regarding the past even though with a certain void, while the here- and- now fullfils as yet. Really, are we all that different from the sightless as regards feelings and aspirations.