Last night, we drove to Union Station to pick up my brother. He took the train from Chicago. We pulled into the parking lot at 9:41, but his train wasn’t scheduled to arrive until 9:49. I sat in the passenger seat and squinted out the window at the signs on the buildings in the distance. I held the right temple of my glasses between my index finger and thumb, raising the lenses up and down. When I was looking through the lenses, I could see clearly that one of the buildings said “Sun Life”. When I lowered the lenses and looked with my naked eyes, I could only see a white splotch in the top right corner of the black building.