This is it. This is the moment. He should feel content and complete and relaxed.

He's not like the other kids. He never was. If there is something to worry about, he will worry about it.

And right now, there is nothing he should be worrying about.

But how do you explain the color of the sky during smog-filled city sunsets to a boy who has been blind his whole life? The thing is, you don't. If ever eyes were transplanted, there is always the chance that the boy would be disappointed. Expectations raised too high for comfort, especially when discussing the sky.

So let's keep those eyes closed. The sky isn't that beautiful, and sunsets only ever happen once a day.