An Ode to My Sunglasses

An ode to my sunglasses There is something ab forbidden my golden bill sunglasses that is much than sun protection, more than anybody else can ever imagine. every(prenominal) time I put them on I instantly locomote happier. A lot of women around the world arouse the same pair, as they were mass-produced by the brand Guess, and so mine isnt incomparable at all in that sense. Neither is my happiness trigge deprivation by a materialistic satisfaction by wearing a brand.I original them from a special person, when I was ready to draw mental punctuation mark in my life. Those punctuation marks in life, often called phases, more often misused the reason I call them punctuation marks. You pull them on the day you lost something or someone special, the day you accomplished that your parents were human, the day you got your first paycheck, and so on. You will draw your full discover when you have reached your end.When I put on my sunglasses, my eyes are now drenched in a creamy vis ion, the world as I know it becomes beige. Everyone recovers a sense of detachment when they wear their sunglasses, you feel bid you could spy on populate without them noticing, or you could camouflage a burse, your red shoot eyes, or to simply help you from yielding to your terrible hangover. unless my sunglasses are special to me, because when I put them on, I feel detached from all the sadness of the world.When the world is dipped in that still beige, time is no farsighteder a burden that drags me down. A family ago I found myself on a beach in Istanbul, a city I am used to going when I need to escape from something or someone people were chatting, laughing, with the energy and the hotness I felt like I could hardly breath. When I was school term by the beach thinking about all that I have left behind in Vienna, that five excruciatingly long years of marriage, I was short awakened by a womans voice.This tanned woman about the same age as me offered me a beer, when I took the beer I noticed her hands were al nigh pruned, way too old for her age, she comfortably sat down next to with a man-sized smile that immediately warmed my heart. We began chatting randomly she spoke with such offense about Istanbul, the street where she grew up, the places shes been. She make me feel so well-to-do that I couldnt help but pour my heart out to her. We sat there chatted for three five hours straight. All that is very well, suddenly she stopped me, but all you are telling me is what other people needed, she had the accent of a bird, the help they needed from you. she looked at me straight in the eye, no longer focused on the spectacular sea view, or fiddling with the sand with her pruned hands, the only hands that she depended on since the age of fourteen. The darksome and penetrating look stunned me, those eyes looked like as if they were made of dark glassy stones, and she had the face that gives away the years of hardship she has been through. What do yo u want?You need to think more for yourself, you need to suck up long naps, relax, be selfish she could see that I was nervous, so she began laughing, and I was suddenly tranquilized again in her warmth. You need something to handle the sunset in Istanbul, it is the strongest and the most passionate sunset in the world So, here you go / take mine and Make the world golden for you I took the Guess sunglasses from her hand, and as I put them on, the sky began to be ripped in fractional by the sunlight, with splashes of purple and red. That day a journey started and the end is pen in the sky