Eye for Foliage

Ever since she was a littler girl, fall had always been her favorite season. Not because of the colors, the crisp morning air, or smells that seemed to seep from the Earth, but because thats when people would talk about her eyes the most.

How they matched the hues of the turning leaves - radiating from her face. Brightening any room she'd walk into. Bringing a smile to anyone's face who was lucky enough to catch a glance.

She wasn't self-absorbed, but it was the only time people seemed to notice and she adored it.

People just seemed to be happy when they saw her eyes during the autumn months. They had the ability to warm people from the core, suck people in, let them get lost deep within the browns and greens. Some even said her eyes sometimes would glow a burnt orange, like the trees that were so vibrant they almost seemed to have been ablaze.

When she was alone in the woods, she'd glance up at the canopy of colors and stare - letting her eyes shift out of focus. Only one tiny spot would be in focus, while everything else blurred together, becoming a sea of yellows, reds, oranges, greens, and browns. This blur of color was what she'd imagine her eyes looked like to others.

Looking in a mirror just didn't do them justice.