Black and white. Grayscale. Monochrome. Colorless. Those are the words I've heard my vision described as. But as I peer out over my balcony, all of that has changed. As if I were a camera that had just learned to focus, I see green. The grass, beautiful birds, the flowers that have bloomed. Everything else remains dull, bleak, empty. But this green, it feels as if it's meant for me. I find myself ...