I walked up to Central Market, and to my right were a pair of people--a young woman and a girl--the girl carrying a white stick with a dark point, swinging it side to side. The woman, her face translucent, watched the girl walk, watched her discover with her stick the long row of shopping carts outside, and navigate to a dead end between the carts and a brick wall.

She didn’t warn the girl, and the girl laughed and the woman said this is not the best way for them to park their baskets, is it, and the girl turned around navigated back and they both laughed again as though blindness were a game.

I’d like to approach life in just that way.