There are colors in Avery’s eyes that charm me. I want to be sucked in and see her thoughts and feel her heart with mine. She is soft and safe. She helps me understand from her place in time, my own place, now, and when I was her age. Deep brown and mesmerizing, those eyes, Avery’s, glint, glow and gleem…leave me with more questions than answers, but somehow that’s okay.
Herself ... Memories and Musings 