New glasses

My new glasses arrived in the mail today.
I can see clearly. It isn't that the prescription changed. I am hard on things. The old ones are scratched, blurry.
I put the new ones on and the world came into focus.
I often wonder what it might be like to try on "new glasses" for the soul.
What would that be like?
How might my blurry world change?
Sometimes I find myself hanging onto the scratched up, blurry pair--the ones that should have been tossed with last week's garbage.
Why do I do that?
I wonder what I might be missing. What is soft that should be crisp? What is hazy that should be brilliant?
hmmm... it's like contemplating inaudible melodies.
Time to relax. Everyone is sleeping, including the dogs...and hopefully they mosquitos. I'm going to find the red wine, and then wear the new glasses to watch the fireflies dance.
Peace and love, Krista