The bright, very bright, sunlight flickered through the Mercury Tracer’s side window making a strobe light effect. The snow was piled high on the sides of the road and the sunlight on the snow was overwhelming my sunglasses. As I drove down the 19-degree hill, in the 19-degree weather, the combination of frost on the window and the intermittent shadows cast by bare branches flashed like an old movie. No wonder they call movies “flicks.”
Stopped at the bottom of the hill, the flashes continued. Movement couldn’t explain them. They were green. Even without moving, I was seeing flashing lights. Later that day, vision in my left eye was blurry.
