|... dry leaves as the light dawns on the avenue at the park ...|
|... dawn breaks on a knoll in Centennial Park ...|
He put something in my left eye to hold it open – the equivalent of the dentist’s rubber dam, I think, but now was not the moment to think, because, of course, every muscle in my body was tense.
I was in the place between his words to me to keep very still, and his imperative to me to keep my eyes on the green light.
“I can't see the green light,” I said to him.
“Then open your other eye,” he said.