Smoky clouds were low over the harbor. The whole day was just that. Clouds above and in my head. That’s how blindness is sometimes. Corky and I walked up a long flight of steps in a zig zag San Francisco neighborhood. A stranger approached and said a famous car chase scene in one of the Dirty Harry movies was filmed there. It occurred to me I didn’t know anything about Dirty Harry. I smiled. Then lifted Corky’s harness and we were off. Its easy to lose people with a guide dog—one moves out at such a brisk pace most folks won’t try following you.
In a small park we discovered old men and women doing Tai Chi and we sat down and absorbed some peace. Corky and I were always finding discrete peace-places—as if walking together happily brought about geographies of invitational bliss.
Planet of the Blind 