My eyes reflect much of my emotional outlook. Of late, my right eye is cloudier than a stormy sky. Reading is difficult due to all the spots and tangled cobwebs interfering with the print on the white background of the page. Today, after having seen an ophthamologist, I have an appointment with a retina specialist. No doubt I will be told that it is part of my aging and that there is nothing that can be done. Another revolting development one has to learn to live with.