I remember when I first began to wear glasses. I was in the third grade, I think, and really could not read anything on the blackboard from my desk. How exciting it was to get my first pair of glasses, which I now think must have looked fairly hideous with their blue and pink plaid frames. But I could see. How almost shockingly clear all the details of the world looked to me! And what a blessing it is that we can solve this problem so easily nowadays.
My daughter Alice inherited my vision and we wear glasses with nearly identical prescriptions. And now my dear grandson Nathan discovered that he needed glasses. He was sitting at the kitchen table and asked his mother what time it was. She said, “the clock is right there,” and was very surprised to hear that he could not see it well enough to tell the time. In fact, he needed to get much closer before he could do that.
So off they went to the eye doctor and soon Nathan had his glasses. I completely understand the feeling that prompted his first remark that the world suddenly seemed “so….. exact”.