The light is slowly returning, and with that all the good stuff reappears. It is nothing short of a bombardment of the senses, leaving you almost giddy. Everything is beautiful and interesting again. A worn out chair in a backyard, calls out for you. Whispering all kinds of stories.
The way it still draws you in, you can tell it was a good chair. Oh.
And right across from the old chair, the matching painted wall with the pop red berries.
Like hitting some kind of geek-jackpot. Ding, ding, ding.