Finding Myself(ie)

On a sunny afternoon last week, I walked around the Circle 

to enjoy the, for once, reasonable temperatures 

and bright colors. I always like to look at the displays 

of frames at Ossip Optometry and try to find ways to

get a picture of the array of styles offered.

This time, I noticed the inverted/converted 

reflections of the monument in the lenses and 

the glass display shelves.

Long gone are the days when "four eyes" meant

one resigned one's self to glasses that were

about as attractive as the orthopedic shoes

I wore as a child -- brown or black with thick soles. 

Now, if I could only get shoemakers to create 

stylish and pretty pumps for my short, wide feet.

And my "selfie"? I'm that black blob 

at the bottom in the yellow frames.