’ll never forget the moment I put on my first pair of glasses. I was 12 years old, and as my mom and I walked across the optometrist’s parking lot, I slipped on my new tortoise shell frames.
The tree above my head burst from a vague smear of green into hundreds of sharp-edged, clearly-shaped leaves.
Oh! I had no idea how glorious twigs and bark and knotty tree parts could be.





