This is what I saw through my third eye.

A street in a neighborhood. Sidewalks on both sides. At the end of the road there is a curve that leads to a bridge that goes over a stream. Its Autumn. The leaves are vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges. Overcast sky and a light drizzle. A woman and a man walking side by side. She seems happier now and he seems less traumatized. They balance eachother. They get to the bridge and see that the stream is blocked by brush and trash. The man reaches down and begins to clear it out. The water begins to flow. It turns from a greenish brown to crystal clear. The man looks up and sees the woman smiling. Her hair reflecting gold shimmers from the sun. Birds fly off in the distance and then there is silence.