She looked out the window, with an almost childlike wonder, as though she were seeing the world for the very first time. Which in a way, she was.
Before, she imagined the world, but never truly saw. Now, seeing the color and beauty, she felt that she had to take it all in, right then and there, for fear that she would be blind once more.
She wanted to remember the world. Wanted to remember all these things, just in case her memories became the only things she could see. She, who once was blind.