Brown

Across the waiting room, I noticed that there was a girl sitting right a few meters away from me, holding her phone. I must have been very merged with my thoughts that I didn’t notice her until now. And for some reason, I couldn’t remove my eyes from her.

She had short hair, that glowed like dark honey. It ran down in rivers of reds and browns as each rivulet shone deeply. Each individual strand was a soft feather falling. The hair was radiant with passion trying to bring eyes to look at the depths of the auburn-like hair reminding all those of autumn and better times.

She had few freckles beneath her brown eyes, often I’ve heard people call brown eyes boring and how they lack the fun and audacity of colorful eyes. It is outrageous, how do they call brown eyes uninteresting? Brown eyes are like a transparent lake. And well, mind the use of the adjective for most lakes are not transparent. In fact, no lakes I’ve ever seen are. You are unable to see what lies at the bottom and well obviously you never should be able to, considering the physics of the world and the mystery in these lakes. However, brown eyes have a sense of openness as well as a hint of an enigma. And a good proof of my saying is this girl’s eyes, they were hickory as rich as the earth’s soil; stained with the color of hot chocolate on a cold winter night, that wraps around you like a blanket, engulfs you in warmth and makes you feel at home. Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls seized the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories, which imprisoned the sweetness of saccharine chocolate and the bitterness of strong coffee. They consisted of raw emotion and if you observe closely, they will reveal to you the exact thought that crosses the marvels of her ominous mind.

On the other side of that, her brown mahogany orbs scintillated with a mischievous glint that could be noticed next to the umber that rimmed her iris. They glow with humor and playfulness that never seem to escape her eyes. Nevertheless, her eyes possess sorrow that placed a melancholic veil, which cloaked her eyes, it seemed as if it made the happiness in her eyes matte.

Yet, when she suddenly smiles at her phone, the corner of her beauteous eyes lustered happiness in soft twinkles, which reflected the light that made her eyes cooper against caramel. Likewise, her eyes glazed with a liquid that will reveal to you pure blissfulness, which glistered inside the almond, circumscribed by eye-lined lashes. Her iris was a large stain of wood and ebony pigment. its size gave it a sense of innocence and purity. This is the part where you can see all the buried kindness eclipsed behind the saturated color of fine, exquisite oud. There was some sort of goodness in her eyes, which tells you no matter what she did, their intention will never carry any hint of malevolence or malignity whatsoever. The kindness may not be necessarily be shown or exposed. But if you look closely, you can reveal all the mysteries that are hidden in the deep beds of those big, brown eyes.