Eye-Spy

We were sitting somewhere near the beach, and the sun out of force of habit was shining rather ferociously. Out of contempt of a job well done, she looked up half-heartedly to congratulate the sun. It was then that I actually noticed her eyes for the first time.

In what was a combination of a half-squint and a realization that perhaps looking at the sun wasn’t a very good idea, I noticed them, reflecting the sun and shining as bright, maybe even a little more.

I smiled.

I think she noticed.

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