Strange night, I dreamt I was blind (must’ve had my eyes closed) and on the streets of a city in Italy, maybe Portofino, I don’t know, I couldn’t see it.  Birds fought for scraps in the street, children begged parents for a treat,  old boats bobbed and slapped in the waves, the wind whistled lightly past discount sale signs, and banners and awnings, flowers smelled fragrant and spaghetti carbonara wafted in the wind  as coffee was poured and cups tingled with spoon applied, and a man on a phone, because no one talks like that in person, complains in Italian, at least I think it’s complaining, I hear the word stupido. I am grief stricken, at thought I cannot see, but then I start to see with my ears  and with scent and I fill in the blanks the boats look colorful, the birds are white with orange beaks, the paint with pastel colors is peeling, and the man on the phone must have an apron to match the sounds of flapping, and the coffee smells oh so good…  oh well, I woke up and can see just fine… and I’m happy for this small miracle.