An Ode to My Sunglasses

An ode to my sunglasses There is something about my golden aviator sunglasses that is more than sun protection, more than anybody else can ever imagine. Every time I retch them on I instantly become happier. A lot of women rough the human beings have the same pair, as they were mass-produced by the blot Guess, and so mine isnt unique at tout ensemble in that soul. Neither is my happiness triggered by a materialistic sitisfaction by wearing a brand.I received them from a special(a) person, when I was ready to draw mental punctuation mark in my life. Those punctuation marks in life, often called phases, more often misused the reason out I call them punctuation marks. You drew them on the day you unconnected something or someone special, the day you realized that your parents were human, the day you got your first paycheck, and so on. You will draw your full stop when you have reached your end.When I come in on my sunglasses, my eyes are immediately drenched in a creamy v ision, the world as I know it becomes beige. Everyone feels a sense of detachment when they wear their sunglasses, you feel kindred you could spy on mass without them noticing, or you could camouflage a burse, your red shoot eyes, or to patently sustain you from yielding to your terrible hangover. But my sunglasses are special to me, because when I localise them on, I feel detached from all the gloominess of the world.When the world is dipped in that smooth beige, time is no thirster a burden that drags me down. A year ago I lay out myself on a beach in Istanbul, a city I am used to going when I pauperism to escape from something or someone people were chatting, laughing, with the energy and the heat I felt like I could hardly breath. When I was sitting by the beach mentation about all that I have left behind in Vienna, that five excruciatingly long years of marriage, I was suddenly alter by a womans voice.This tanned woman about the same age as me offered me a beer, whe n I took the beer I notice her hands were almost pruned, way too old for her age, she comfortably sat down next to with a big smile that immediately warm up my heart. We began chatting randomly she spoke with such passion about Istanbul, the street where she grew up, the places shes been. She made me feel so comfortable that I couldnt assist but pour my heart out to her. We sat there chatted for tercet five hours straight. All that is very well, suddenly she stopped me, but all you are telling me is what other people needed, she had the accent of a bird, the help they needed from you. she looked at me straight in the eye, no longer cogitate on the spectacular sea view, or fiddling with the sand with her pruned hands, the solo hands that she depended on since the age of fourteen. The deep and penetrating look stupefy me, those eyes looked like as if they were made of dark glassy stones, and she had the gift that gives away the years of hardship she has been through. What do you want?You need to bet more for yourself, you need to take long naps, relax, be selfish she could becharm that I was nervous, so she began laughing, and I was suddenly tranquilized again in her warmth. You need something to handle the sunset in Istanbul, it is the strongest and the most passionate sunset in the world So, here you go / take mine and Make the world golden for you I took the Guess sunglasses from her hand, and as I put them on, the sky began to be ripped in half by the sunlight, with splashes of purple and red. That day a journey started and the end is written in the sky