The clearest, crystal pale blue that I have ever seen. So translucent they are like tiny round saucers full of fresh spring rain. When I look into them I want to strip everything off and dive straight into them without any hesitation. No need to dip a toe in to test the temperature, I already know they are perfectly warm puddles of everything that is you. The land surrounding them so soft and kind and it's all I can do to not grasp it within my dumb, cold little hands. Stroke the salt and pepper gently, brush it smooth, maybe even playfully tug on it a little. There is something quite nice about the anticipation. Knowing that it will transpire like some sort of sacred ritual, all brand new and only ours. What it will be like to feel your breath, to greet your soul face to face, to give all of myself to you in that moment. To at long last make this pact with you that The Universe has been screaming and yelling about until nearly hoarse. Soon...
