06/13/2026
SeeMore tilted his head, the strange glasses that Dr. Lane had just placed on his face sliding slightly down his furry nose. But he hardly noticed. He was mesmerized.
For the first time in his young life, he could see.
Far in the distance stood the rolling green ridges of the Appalachian Mountains. Layer after layer of ancient mountains stretch toward the horizon like waves frozen in time.
He had walked those woods his entire life.
He knew every trail, every blackberry patch, every moss-covered log, every cool creek winding through the hollers.
But now he realized something astonishing: He had never truly seen them.
The leaves weren’t just green; they were a thousand shades of green.
The bark on the oaks wasn’t smooth and brown. It was ridged, weathered, and alive with texture.
He could see hawks soaring high above the valleys he once only sensed.
He could judge distance.
He could avoid danger.
For a bear who loved hiking steep ridgelines, climbing rocky overlooks, and wandering narrow mountain paths slick with rain and moss, clear vision wasn’t simply wonderful,
it was survival.
To be continued…
