This morning on the bus, I sat next to an 82 year old near-blind woman named Joy.
We got talking early in to the journey, and ended up talking for the next two hours.
We shared stories and many laughs.
As the hills to our right made way for the rugged coast line, I described to her what I could see. How the sky was covered with the thin wispy white clouds, but you could still see patches of blue. The sun was shining just over to the left And the ocean looked a slightly murky blue colour, as the waves washed over the jagged rocks.
"are they foamy? -- the waves. I love it when they're foamy."
Yes, they are foamy. And there's a seagull perching on one of the rocks.
We shared with each other our love of jogging. Her reminiscing to runs with her jogging partner, 40 years ago.
I told her about the place that I love to run; along the river.
"I've always wanted to go there.. would you describe it to me?"
Well, my favourite time of day to go jogging, before my spine surgery, was at dawn.
Some mornings it would be so cold that the steam would rise from the still surface of the river, bathed in the golden light of the rising sun. The river would be on my right, and to the left there is native bush. When the path reaches the bridge, there are a couple of flax bushes just to the left. The hungry tūī love to feed from the flax flowers, their heads orange; dusted with pollen.
A smile crept across her face. "It sounds wonderful. I can picture it exactly."
Joy will be having surgery soon, with the aim to significantly improve her sight.
I hope, with all my heart, that you will get to see this, Joy.