Whitetail; A stranger
Eyes say so much more than is ever possible with words! On numerous occasions I see an entire saga in the eyes of a stranger in that split second when our glances meet. These glances carry all shades of human emotions… from being shy to being playful… caring to being dismissive… and sometimes just blank. After visually relaying with a being, I often think about the stranger even hours after she has dissolved in the fog. Very rarely, I keep looking in her direction to catch that last piece of her puzzle before she fades forever. Even more rarely, she turns back and looks straight at me only to leave me stranded in my bare curiosity. I feel like a fool… a happy fool nonetheless.