posted on Feb, 25 2013 @ 05:08 AM
I have exceptional eyesight. There are no measurements that I can give you to attest to that, save to say that I can pick out detail levels at all
distances that make people with regular twenty twenty vision boggle at me in mild wonderment.
Contrary to advice from my elders, as a young boy I used to read by moonlight, which I was told would strain my eyes and make them weak. Well they
arent weak. Another benifit of my predeliction for a midnight read, is that in near pitch darkness, and even better, in moonlight, I can find my way
Proof positive of this, came about two or three years back, during summer. We had a powercut that blacked out not just our road, but a whole swathe
of the borough, stretching from our end of the borough, right up until the lip of the town proper. After placing candles around our home for the
benifit of my mother and my sister (I found the candles, the matches, and placed them all without a torch), I decided to go and find out what the
extent of the problem was, to see if the issue ended at the bottom of the road, or if it was a wider problem.
I should explain that my wardrobe consists largely on variations on a theme of inky blackness. This has bearing on what I am about to explain. As I
proceeded to the end of our road, it became clear that the extent of the blackout was rather larger than in other incidents that we had seen
previously. As I turned into the road that runs parrallel to the seafront road, I saw that it too, was blacked out, and because, due to the situation
of the road and the houses on either side of it, I could see that for quite some distance towards town, there appeared to be not one single light
I carried on, setting off toward town centre. Presently ,people started comming out of thier houses with torches and lanterns, to see wether they
were alone in thier lack of lighting. One family had decided to walk the dog, flashlight in hand, picking thier way past lamp posts and telegraph
poles with care. Knowing that I was dressed from head to foot in black, and had my hair down over my face, I elected to announce my presence with a
cheery hello. When I was twenty feet from them, and able to see the hair on chin of the male leader of the family, I greeted them in that manner, and
was replied to in a collection of gasps from the kids, a scream from the mother, and an exclamation roughly approximating "BLOODY HELL!" from the
father. They, despite being armed with powerful led flashlights, had utterly failed to see me, where as I, despite the glare from thier torches, was
able to make out the details of thier faces.
It was very eerie being able to see the expressions on thier faces, as they looked left and right, trying to see where the voice they had heard was
comming from. The beams of thier torches passed over me several times, but due to the inky hue of my attire, they were unable to fix thier lights upon
my location. Eerie it was, but also somewhat liberating. I told them "Black as pitch out here tonight... sorry if I startled you!" at which point
the father finally managed to pin me with the beam of his light, although he was kind enough to avoid shining it right into my eyes. He realised that
he was one of the customers I regularly serve in the shop my family runs, and exclaimed "Oh! Its YOU!" before agreeing that yes, it was pretty dark
this night, and he wondered out loud how long it would be before the lights came back on. Adding that he would hope it wouldnt be too long, he and his
brood said thier good byes, and we passed on our seperate ways.
I walked two and three quater miles in the darkness, the only lights visible being occasional glimpses of the centre of town, caught as I passed a
gap between houses, and the light pollution haze above the town. Some become overly fearful of the dark, not knowing what is out there, the fear of
the unknown chewing upon thier marrow with cold, sharp teeth. I found my way perfectly, and felt totally at home. I could even read the bus time
tables at the stops I passed, this in spite of the small size of the font they use, which they get away with despite its utter uselessness where the
partially sighted are concerned. I have always loved the dark , but this was the first time that I had been able to use that love to get me from A to
B, in circumstances that were confounding others. I passed several walkers who had managed to loose themselves in spite of thier carrying torches ,
and pointed them back on thier way during that stroll. Having gone those two and three quater miles, I found the edge of the effected area, along with
a dose of dissapointment. Being as close as I was to town, I decided to go and visit a friend, consume beers, and wag the chin about the expirience.
It was the most fun I have had, without being drunk, since I was perhaps five years old.