Swiftcurrent Creek glinda

Exactly two weeks after his entrance into the world, Jakub's eyes opened for the first time.

It was a slow, almost reluctant retraction of the eyelids to find that he. . .was still in darkness. No! Darkness it was, but it had shape and form—texture. The dark fur of his mother and two siblings, all of them black as night.

He turned, lurching into @Nicodem and @Mae in his clumsiness, to see something much brighter in the opposite direction. Rays of light beaming into their shelter, motes of dust and pollen floating and shimmering like faeries. 

He sat back hard on his round little bottom, utterly transfixed by the sight.

His universe had grown by multitudes.