To the world gives me a view of the river and the endless sky and the thousands upon thousands of vehicles in an unbroken stream that moves from east to west and beyond. This window is my distraction as they clean and remove the dead tissue.
I count recreational vehicles. During today's session, as the nice man worked, I lost count at fifty one.
He'd look up and say, "Are you okay?"
"Sure." Then relax my grip. The nice man took my hand and said, "I know it hurts."
I asked, "Have you experienced this too?"
I went back to the view from my window.